Your Bike is Broken

I just don’t know….

I feel like a boy trapped in a box. He’s trying to escape but he has no reason too, he doesn’t wanna face the real world. He acts might tough on the outside but inside theres something wrong. Not physically nor mentally. It’s his mission to make everyone proud but he need to realize that it’s him who needs to be happy before he can please others. He’s thinking of college soon. Yet he doesn’t know what he wants to do in life, what he wants to major, where he wants to live, how he wants to live. It seems to him like society is eating itself up one at a time. There is nothing left to look forward to. People are at war, fighting for jobs, their rights, their land, their people and their life. Why are we all put up to this challenger? To him this seems like survival like the fittest. That boy is me. The one trying to escape is me , the one that needs help , finding its reason? My mentality.