i hate growing up in an age
where it's normal to constantly put yourself down
and make a joke out of it.

anxiety is romanticized
like it's somehow "cool"
to struggle with a mental illness.

if you don't hate yourself,
it's unusual.
they tell you to stop being so full of yourself.

i'm really trying to love myself.
i didn't know it would be this hard.
my mind keeps insisting i'm not
good enough for this world.

so the only thing i can rely on is
the hope of a brighter future
away from the place i'm in now.

far, far away.