Life has been like
my appendix lately-
just there, taking up space,
without a purpose,
deemed useless.

A whirlwind of extracurriculars
and college brochures
and essays
and term papers
and projects
and SAT prep
and all-nighters
and stress
has overwhelmed my life.

In the chaos,
in the eye of the storm,
inside the mayhem,
I have lost
the feeling of who
I am,
the feeling of what
I want to become.
I have lost myself.

Looking out the window,
I notice some birds
flying around and
gathering branches here
and there, creating a
nest.

I am jealous of the birds.
They have a purpose.
They know what they are
doing.
They have a goal.
They do everything they can
to achieve that goal.
Their purpose right now
is to create a home.

I am lost.
I am confused.
I am wandering around
aimlessly with no
direction.
I am looking
into the sky
for my purpose,
my dream.
Looking for some twigs.
Looking for some scraps
of paper and garbage.
Looking for some string.
Looking for something
that will hold the
broken pieces of me
together.
Looking for anything.
Trying to create my nest.