life is like
when you're
a little kid
and you
discover that
there is more
than twenty-four
crayons in the box
that there is
the possibility
of forty-eight colors
of sixty-four
of one-hundred and twenty
that there are
so many shades
of love and anger and peace and despair
and absolute bliss
and the ability
to express them all
are now
in the palm
of your hand

life is
colorful
beautiful
thought-provoking
lovely
soulful
heartbreak­ing
inspiring
and absolutely wonderful

every day is
a new sunrise
a new chance
to transform into
the butterfly you
want to be

go out there
and change the world, kid

about my anxiety
is it real or is it me
trying to find a way out of reality
trying to escape the problems haunting me

am I really sick in the mind
or is it just me claiming to be?

Sometimes I wonder
Even if I know the answer
Why can't I bother
To do, To act out that answer


What scares me is me
What I am claiming to be
or is it
that all along
what I am claiming to be
is actually me?

please answer me