Will I be forever feeling guilty over the things that I never intended to do, but happened?
Will I be forever apologising to people for the things that went beyond my control?
Will I always be dwelling on that brim of uncertainty of what my future might be?
Will I forever be waiting for that kick?
Will I forever be doing multiple things and ending up excelling in none?
Will I forever be this introvert chick with a mediocre talent waiting for people to come to her and scrounge for that talent?
Will I be forever this girl who was passionate about something but couldn't do it because wasn't passionate enough?
Do I want to be this girl who studies and studies and studies and gets a good job, a stable job and comes home to her partner only to fuck a little and wake up in the morning to start all over?
Will I ever use the depth I have in me, to do something better?
Will people ever know what is there inside of me?
Will people ever acknowledge the vice in me? Will they ever accept me?
Will they ever come up to me and tell me that they accept me without me having to change?
Will they ever tell me that I'll be brave?