I do not fully know who I am.
I have always been the sort of "one foot in, one foot out" type of person. I am never consistent, and I am never truly happy with the choices I make.
I am a grey area.
Never really black, nor ever really white. I am always in between. In between choices. In between opinions. In between judgements.
I am incapable of feeling certainty.
"I do, but do I really?", "I feel, but do I really feel?" I am consequently displeased and unsure of my own opinions and acknowledgements.
I cannot explain why, nor do I wish to know why.
Why must one live a half-life, stuck in the foggy blur of distrust in oneself?
I leap between choices,
and between the constant opportunity to trust myself, or to trust what logically must be the correct answer. The correct feeling.
“Should I write, or should I not?”
“Should I speak, or should I keep it in, although I am burning to express my deepest thoughts?”.