Confused

Written by: monique brandt

Confused?

I do want to grow,
But get choked by the weeds.
Though I want to bloom,
I stay still a seed.

I am my own boss,
I am my own friend.
I do what I say,
But this needs to end.

Destroy my intentions,
They’re never enough.
For my heart is not soft,
But calloused and rough.

I want to fly,
For this I yearn.
But lately I,
Just crash and burn.

I want to laugh,
Yet feel like crying.
Is this my rebirth,
Or am I slowly dying?