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Feb 2021 · 68
Which Am I?
Bry Feb 2021
I can only see from my eyes
My perspective centered and my own

She sees me as either the best or the worst scenario in my head
But she is too kind to indicate one or the other

I hope she can see me the way I know she can
In the same way I see her

But I'm left here guessing, unsure how to proceed
Bry Jan 2021
I love my life
I love my friends
Yet there's always something missing

I'm always hopeful
Always been hopeful
But it never seems to pay off
It's the small glimpses that keep me moving forward

I'm doing everything right, but doing everything wrong
Get a good job, work hard, work on yourself, make friends
It feels like I could do so much more
If it weren't for that invisible weight

I feel like I should be sad
Sad about that hole that's ripping through my chest
But I'm not

I love my life everyday I have the motivation to get out of bed
But dread the day I don't
The beauty is that we can always look forward to tomorrow
But what about the day we can't
Dec 2020 · 70
Something's Off
Bry Dec 2020
The building I live in is slightly crooked.  The foundation is solid and the building is up to code, but it resides on a hill.  The pictures on the wall were placed with a leveler and the spoons hang gravitationally towards the earth, yet they appear carelessly placed.  Being placed with care and precision, yet the slant makes them appear the opposite.  I don’t worry everyday, but each day stuck in this apartment makes me aware of its differences.  No amount of effort can or should be put into shifting my apartment building, yet something will always remain off.

— The End —