I always wondered
What it would be like to stare at the sky
And be at peace with the demons in my head.
I always wondered
What it felt like to wake up every day
With a peace of mind.
I always wondered
How other people feel when they wake up.
Do the dread the day ahead of them?
Do they feel anxious?
Do they slap on a fake smile, too?
I always wondered
Why am I the way I am
And why haven't I gotten better.
And maybe I'm not supposed to get better.
But maybe... Just maybe, I am.