Deep

They say poetry is depression The pill you keep popping to remain sane
I was happy when I started this Now I don't feel the same
I told myself ill never be this teenager, insecure and second guessing
But life is always too harsh in giving it's lessons
So much love I have to share, But nobody is even here
I'm just alone Looking for a niche to label as my own
Scared to be a failure , will I be proud of me when I'm grown?
Will I be proud of the fruit I got , from my own plant or wonder whether I shouldn't have sown ? Will the sun still be my beacon of hope and a new day to try again or i'll curse the consistency I was never able to copy ?
So I wanna go deep Deep down into the ocean of the soul and look for what made me whole.