Lonely Thoughts set my Mood

It is a poem about selt doubt and how to work through it

Lonely Thoughts set my Mood

Lonely thoughts set my mood,
angry thoughts seem so rude,
and I am tired of not being seen,
and that is just being mean.

I lay alone on my bed,
feeling moments of total dread,
like my life is hanging by a thread,
thoughts of loving fill my head.

I feel the anger filling my soul,
the rage arises as I grow old,
feeling my heart change to coal,
as I sink down low.

Am I walking toward an unseen goal,
or laying in a deep hole,
what is my role,
on this lonely road.

What do I need to prove,
that my life isn’t in a groove,
that my life isn’t a lie,
something that doesn’t need to be approved.

Cash is transitory,
in its own way,
may make you look big,
and then you have to pay.

Money is an unfeeling God,
what you worship against all odds,
makes you weak,
and buries you under the sod.

You need to live at your own pace,
a member of the human race,
looking for your own place,
needing to have space.

Fulfilling your own needs,
traveling at your own speed,
to feel his embrace,
as I take my place.

As I abide,
the rest of my life,
and let go the strife,
and do what is right.