My Phobias As A Human

I’ve always have the fear that I’m not living in the right way,
I always feel guilty whenever I move in the church way.

Though I believed I’ve been saved, that’s cool,
But why do I still feel hurts, it makes me boohoo.

I’ve trudged the earth for damn so long,
And still don’t feel right, what’s going on?

Sometimes I wonder if I’ll die alone,
’cause lonely people tends to have lonely souls.

Sometimes I think about the younger me,
If he’d be proud of the man he sees.

Sometimes I wonder why I’m here,
Or do I have the strengths to persevere.

I’m just so sick of being a human.