22

The truth about being twenty-two is that it's terrifying.

I don't know what to do or where to go with my life.

"You're so young, you have the world in the palm of your hand."

And is that statement supposed to comfort me?

Is that statement not supposed to make me question every decision i make?

I feel like every direction i choose to go is wrong,

i live with the constant fear of failure.

I just want to do everything right, and never have any regrets.

The fear of the unknown turns me into a statue -

still, silent.

I wait for an answer to come to me,

and i realize that i am indeed

in control of my own destiny, which is even more terrifying.

I look around to see if anyone else is struggling as much as I.

Comparison is the thief of joy and

I am left isolated again, questioning what to do with my existence.

I should feel lucky to be here, happy.

What if everything i do amounts to nothing?

Self doubt is stealing my youth.