Anxiety Ridden

It scares me to death to think of what I have become,

and what a wandering soul I have become.

If I followed the beaten path instead of marching my way through my own.

I feel so lost in this world like I made the same mistake one thousand times.

I don’t want to be a drone, a slave to the system that's caught so many others in its trap.

I can only hope to look back and see a life fulfilled.

Times of triumph, love and compassion.

But it’s better to have lived, then to have never spent a day alive.

But will these choices finally come back to haunt me in my dreams?

This self loathing can only get me so far.