I don't know if I have been covering myself up
If I have been letting myself down
Or if these two things are one in the same
But I am in the middle of making sense of it
I don't know anything,
and I don't want to

I am currently filthy
I have collected thoughts that are starting to mold
Allowing them to become me
Leaving me empty, tired, and cold
I am killing myself slowly with these thoughts
Trapping myself, and ****** myself of my own freedom
Repeatedly throughout every day
It's completely unfair to who I know I really am
Beauty, grace, rhythm, and balance
The fog seems so thick,
Making me wonder if I can even grasp them
I know it's silly to see myself this way
I know it's where I am, and not where I will stay
But it is hard right now
It is a challenge
I need a push, not a distraction
I am choosing to go forward
Fix myself of these things
Cut the mold out,
and let these thoughts rot away
They aren't me, and they never were
Time is so cheap sometimes
Everything still seems like a blur