Concussion

So this is one of my old poems. I don't remember why I wrote it. I don't think I have a picture to depict it. Anyway. This is it.

Concussion

I'm scared.
I'm really scared.
I'm scared of losing.
I'm scared of not winning.

It wasn't supposed to be like this.
Not this complicated.
I can't find myself.
I'm lost.

Lost in my own thoughts.
Thoughts of fear.
Fear of the people around
Around me
Scared I won't be chosen

Scared I won't wear the crown
Crown of prestige.
Scared of my weaknesses
My shadow always follows me

Its dark colour gives me nightmares
Morning is farfetched
I can't see the light
The light at the end of the tunnel

I'm at the crossroads
To life or death
I don't want to open my eyes
To this wicked world

Where I have to overwork myself
Where I'm not heard
Where no one listens
I'm tired of this place

This hospital bed
My bed of comfort
With no expectations for me
I am finally at peace

@astoldbyv