Flowing Thoughts

A surrealist poem that takes place inside the mind of an adolescent transitioning into adulthood contemplating life.

Streams of thoughts flowing

Through my mind

What are we
Who are we

Why are we even here
Is life predictable
How do we know when we’re enough

What is enough

What is good

How should I be
Should I keep doing what I do now
Should I change

How should I change
What if I give up
Does it matter at all if I stop now
Who do I affect with my actions
Should I prioritize my life or hers
How much do my decisions matter
On the global scale, do I actually mean anything

Do any of us actually mean anything

We spend hours and hours working

But for what
What does all of this do for us
Is it about what it does for us or does for others
Why are people so ignorant
Am I ignorant too
What am I ignorant of
Do I judge others without equally judging myself
Do I blame myself too much or too little
I keep asking myself these questions

But what good does it do

How much does it matter
How would it be if I knew all of this

Would life be the same

I don’t think so
What do I think though

I make thousands of decisions everyday

How many are correct
Who decides what is correct
Who decided everything around us

Do all decisions matter or just some

Why is there so much pressure on teenagers

Why are stress levels so high

Are they faking it

Am I faking it

How do I know what it is like

What if I just think I’m stressed but I’m really not

What do I have to compare it to

If I compare it to others, couldn’t they be lying

How much of what I hear is the truth

How am I ever suppose to distinguish true from false
If someone tells me something am I supposed to believe it

Does it matter who it is telling me the information

Does it go based off of your trust in the person

What if the person you trust the most is the one lying to you

That would hurt wouldn’t it

That does hurt doesn’t it

Is that why I feel this way

Faking everyday for others happiness

When the one I trust most

Me

Is lying to myself.

But am I though

That’s all I can ask

How do I know if my questions are legitimate

Is it something I should worry about

Should I just focus on my assignments

If I just do school can I get what I want

Does school really give me what I want

How much of this is useful

Am I here for me

Am I here so I can make others proud

Despite my pain and stress
Do I really care that much about others opinions of me

Why do I care that much

Why do I have to be a different person to my teachers

Why do I have to be a different person to my parents

Why do I have to be a different person to my friends

Why am I different

Why can’t I just follow along with everyone else and be the same

I feel the same, but at the same time I know I’m not

I come to school everyday for others

Not me

And that’s the pattern of my life

Others

Not me

Author's Note

Ignore sentence flow and punctuation.