At a young age 
we find who we are 
but do not realize it until
much later, sometimes it is 
after the world spins out of 
control and stability turns
into a concept that you 
just can't get a hold of 
So you wait for someone
to tell you what is going 
on in your life because 
you were never one to
accept an answer that 
you have not concluded 
to yourself, and you 
don't ask for help
You wait for it to 
get worse
Then you ask 
yourself, were you
ever okay?