What.

What have you done to me?

What are these feelings I keep feeling inside of me,
day in and day out?

These feelings destroying me these feelings rebuilding me,
day in and day out?

Can't say what im feeling, no way that im feeling it,
day in and day out.

Your beauty destroying me your beauty rebuilding me,
day in and day out.

Or is it,
what have I done to myself?






I've never actually written a serious poem before, but I was up really late one night with anxiety and it helped to write it out.