A small grimace
Maybe a step in the right direction
Everyone else is planning for world domination
I’m trying to be my own heroine
Trying to organize my thoughts
So that they don’t get scattered like the rest of my emotions
I’m lost in this cycle of knowing what I want, but not knowing how to do it.

It’s like climbing an endless mountain
And not knowing how far up it is
But knowing you want to get to the top

My weapons are my ideas
My confrontation is self-doubt
And the world’s view of me.