I want to be more than what I am...
I find myself descending...
My confidence is lacking
I have this terrible need to be
But fear to be alone
FEAR that my career
The path that I chose
Will be too hard
AND I'll lose myself
That living a good life
won't come or
Can art really make me happy?
Do material things even matter when it comes to happiness?
Does having success or achieving my goal finally fill this void?
Is there a chance I will be happy where I end up?
There is a constant pull and tug when it come to expectations...the expectation to be at a certain level in life and always seem to be falling short with a repetition of disappointment. Why can't I reach over, surpass, and succeed what's expected?