Essay About End Of The Day And Essay Confession

Confession
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Alone as Ive walked, again I didnt go.
Am I happy? Then again maybe no.
Sometimes I wonder why I am like this.
Sometimes I question myself “why am I doing this”?
I pretend everything is all right,
I used to pretend that I am okay,
I show people that I love the things I do,
I show them all that this is what I want to do.
I was not like this before, I was not like a freak!
I thought I was that strong, I really thought I was not this weak,
I thought I knew how to handle everything
I thought I really knew exactly how to manage these things.
That is why, when I wake up each day,
Every time I close my eyes and pray,
I am always hoping that somehow within the day Ill do something good,
That at the end of the day I wont feel bad and blame myself as long as I could.
I am always sad and I feel so pathetic.
I feel like I am a moron and