Introspection

Quiet voice in a loud world
Not really even trying to be heard.

Stuck so hard in make believe
Can't seem to trust in myself,
These thoughts that bleed.

Trying so hard to see the future,
Terrified of what might come to pass,
Looking to a God
I'm sometimes afraid to ask.

A God I'm learning to trust,
To know, to be,
A God, I'm finding,
Is so very often already inside of me.

Quiet voice in a loud world
Not really even trying to be heard,
But trying so hard to connect,
Trying so hard to share,
What if the things I think can't be found
Are already there?

(I... kinda hate this poem...)