Lost

[SpaceDirt]

I stand at the crossroads
People brushing past
Eager to find their place.
Their home.

But I remain still
Dread clawing at my being
Violently tearing at the fibers
Of my heart.

I stare at the ground
My gaze transfixed on the
Well-trodden path.
Where I belong
Unclear to me.

I succumb and
Collapse to the
Ground.
Tears stream down my face
In a melancholy deluge.

The paths beckon me
They pull me in and 
They pull me apart.

I can't walk
Those paths.
I don't belong

Anywhere.

(This was written when I was dealing with a lot of self-doubt and the like. Enjoy, I guess).