reading between the lines

by, Cassandra

What I'm missing:

I have no idea what I want, or what I need.
I have no idea where to go or what to do.

No matter what, it's never enough.
(no one ever reads deeper.)

I'm sick of making lists.

a/n: I know it's not really "poetry", but whatever. I was told to make a list of things I feel I'm missing. Things that I think I need to accomplish what I need to get done... this is about as far as I get. I just honestly don't know these days.