What am I Doing?
What am I doing?
I look at myself,
and think why am I here?
this is what I do not know,
I am not depressed,
but I can be at times,
the question just pops into my head,
what am I doing here?
I look at my bad side,
and then at my good side,
why am I this way?
it’s something that’s on my mind,
There is evil in all of us,
and good as well,
but our minds are feeble,
and we become week at times,
What am I doing?
I look at myself,
and see what I don’t like,
but I know that is me,
It’s me I am looking at,
but it feels like someone else,
in my mind I ask,
what am I doing here?