I have a black and white way of thinking,
There's no such thing as gray,
It is 100 percent perfect or I fail,
*In every single way.

Waking up in a panic,
Heart racing,
Sweat dripping,
Head pounding,

Sleep is not an option,

Counting sheep,
Staring at the clock,
Looking at the ceiling,
Rolling back and forth.

Even if it is my choice.

I've come so far from the past,

And I don't know where I'm going,

And I don't know where I'll be,

But I'm heading in the direction,

Of a something I don't recognize.

A place called happy.

I wonder if you look in the mirror and like what you see.

I wonder if you miss what you used to be.

I wonder if you realize what you are,

You're going to be that girl who works at the stripper bar.

You're defensive, scummy, and rude,

Although we made up, we're still in this feud.

I don't know what you did undergo,

But you've changed, and that's all I know.