Hollow

Sometimes I ask myself
Why do I do what I do?
Where's my passion?
Where's the force that should drive me,
The force that's replaced with fear
That I talk into myself

Sometimes I'm angry
Why can't I be who I want to be?
And even, who do I want to be?
I've no idea

Sometimes I'm just a crumbled person
Driven by selfinflicted fear,
No self-esteem,
No nothing, an empty shell

Sometimes I'm strong
Stronger than I knew I was
Fighting to stay alive
Seeing a chance, and take it