Tirana (The Mirror)

I'm currently a little bit drunk in a hotel in Tirana, I barely left in my time here, I keep making questionable decisions, I think there's something wrong with me, not that there's something wrong with me, but in my brain, or my soul, I go high and low to often, i want to cry sometimes, then the next moment i don't know why i felt that way, I struggle being myself, I sometime's think this long road, isn't doing it's job, what have i left, the heaviest weight i've carried is in my mind, how to be honest with the world, when the world is a judging place, when the world wants to see you take everything in stride so they can say look how strong he is, i want to be like that, when i am the world, and i too look for strength, i too am fallible, I too deal with uncertainty, I just do what i've been doing for the longest, get on with it, Maybe next I head to the mountains, maybe next I just face my fears, at least they can be some growth in that, i don't even know what i'm writing, it's just something, i've walked a thousand miles, and often time's im in the same place, like nothings changed, but my location. I've seen more of the world I suppose, still i carry insecurity, I carry doubt, to be free of them is the battle, still I look myself in the mirror, I see beauty and misery, I'm conflicted.