Questions Poem by Faith Amanda

We all wonder about the-

What ifs:

What if I dont get noticed-

Loneliness.

Pessimistic.

What if I don't fit up to the standards that I made up-

Myself?

Egotistic.

Myself, The ones that I everyday ponder on before bed because
that's all that-
Surrounds me.

Surrounds me, That no matter what goes on at-

11: 21 p.m. I will always ask the same question,

What if?

But yet we dont ask ourselves:


'What is the reality'-

The reality is that we have broken legs but

Chase perfection.

That we move our mentality to the point of no reflection

Because all we see are cracked mirrors but the pieces dont

intertwine

Like branches with no vines-

Stale.

Pale.

Like our skin with no veins

No blood.

Just transparency.


Insidious is just blind

inception.

Just Feels like I hit my alarm and slept in,

Slept in.


Wake up!
One,


(no)

two,

Breathe.

three...

Done.

What if

That is the Question-