No one
drowns
in their
own
waters.
Fish
don’t.
How
could
you?

for as long as i can remember,
i’ve been chasing perfect,
tight-laced, gold-star, quiet ache.
and for a while,
i think i caught it.

but i’m not perfect anymore.
i flinch too easy,
snap too fast,
leave texts unread,
pick at scabs that should’ve healed.

people still call me smart, kind, strong,
and i don’t correct them.
it’s easier to wear the mask
than explain the mess underneath.

i disappoint myself
in small, sharp ways,
forgetting, avoiding, breaking down.
i say “i’m fine”
because it’s faster
than confessing i’m not.

expectations stick like static,
even when no one says them out loud.
and i still feel guilty
for letting people love
someone i no longer recognize.

We're too blind.
We're too blind.
We feel but
Can't see the light.

You tell her, you tell him
It'll all be okay.
But when it's your turn
You can't find a way?

You're doomed.
You're too broken.
But it's too soon.
You can still get out
Of THIS broken room.

See the light that hides behind.
But sadly, we're too blind
We're too blind.

Words of hope and love
Linger upon our lips.
But what the actual ****?
They feel like heavy bricks.

Because you can't speak love to you,
Even when it's noble. Needed. And true.