The Consistent Inconsistencies

Its the not knowing that has always scared me

The inconsistency

I've always wondered how everyone just goes about living

When you can never know if anything is for certain

The only  thing for certain is that nothing is for certain

There is nothing anyone can guarantee

Consistency has always provided a kind of comfort

But knowing that nothing can really ever be concrete has left me

In a crippling  state of fear

This never ending anxiousness

That has grown past my control

But everyone has their own internal term oil 
 Their own internal afflictions that go unvoiced

That live in the depths of their hearts

In their souls

Their own personal burdens

... and maybe thats just life

But how would I know

When I have lived so little of mine