I'm sitting here staring at this screen after hitting backspace until all my words disappear. I hate being in my thoughts because I feel like I can't escape them.

what's wrong with me?

I don't feel completed, I don't feel solid.
This is the only place where I can be myself, where I don't have to pretend, where I can tell my truth.
Maybe it doesn't bother me because I don't feel judged or misunderstood. I can write my heart out and that's the beauty of poetry, you can always see the beauty in it even if its painful.