Where Will I End Up

Where shall I go? I am stuck right here, and not many people know I am trying to escape, but I am told that is not the way to go I want to stay in this hole, but responsibility drags me out Why must I have to feel this way? I always have a doubt I am trying to find ways to get help Friends, family, doctors, and counselors, just hanging on my belt Sometimes I think badly, so bad I get scared Even though scared has always been here, I still try to care So why does it bother me, and why do I hate it? Look at me, listen to me, it is because my self-esteem has been hit. I look back at the photos realizing I was crazy for thinking what I thought But now it is still reality, I have become my own sadness, and that is exactly what I caught.