WritingbyJordan

I act as a vessel

I like to think so

We are all connected

I burn like a candle

The wick to once run out

I like to think I’m special

I like to think I’m good

As if purpose is delivered

Instead of found

Instead of created

But I cannot yet find it

Other than this pain

A vessel for this pain

I am, and so, are you

What if we’re all just playing children

Creating effects for our causes

Creating ourselves

Our vanity

My life is full of colour

My mind is grey

Am I sick?

Or special

Or just like everyone else

My feelings tell me otherwise

I don’t know if I should believe them