Guilt-tripping

The lows are getting lower
And the highs nowhere to be seen.
Guilt-tripping on my non-accomplishments,
Rejections piling up,
Disappointment rearing its ugly head ever so often.
Lost in the crowd
And drowning in hopelessness,
I sit here and wait
For the final moment of destruction.

Uncertainty

You've left behind what you knew you wanted,
And chosen to walk down an uncertain path,
Fraught with demons and ghosts,
Not knowing where the destination is
Or if there's light at the end.