I am clueless about myself,
After all these battles,
All the wound and the scars,
It meant nothing,
I am tired and afraid,
For the future more,
Than thinking the past,
To bite me from behind,
I am losing my mind,
To understand the ebb and flow,
That stirs inside me,
Overflowing within me,
I am weakened,
Of the thoughts,
Going through uncertainties,
Again and again.
Write Ally! Write! 