What exactly do I want?
I am left awake at night, beyond reason and sanity
worrying over what I’m told I should know by now.
But I do not know what I want.
I want vague things like love, and understanding.
But perhaps that can be enough.
I don’t have to be bewildered and bedeviled by my uncertainty if I can just remember,
I want my own happiness, no matter what form it takes.