A/N: Hey guys, back with another poem this time, hope you enjoy
I'm un—
Unsettled
Uncertain
Uncomfortable
Unsure that I understand what's happening
The feeling that's settled to the pit of my stomach
At the back of my mind
Laying low in my heartbeat
Uneasiness
Under the happiness and sadness and passion and melancholy
Unable to shake it away
Unaware of what it's trying to tell me
It is growth? Or pain?
Is it change, is it better?
Is it what I've been waiting for?
Or maybe it's just that I'm…
Unfinished
A/N: I've had a hard time writing recently, been in a pseudo writers block for a while. But I think I got to the point where I was feeling so much all at once that this is what came out. It's a mixture of everything really, being un-anything. We're all changing and growing and that's uncomfortable, we are always going to be unfinished, there's so much out there to understand.
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