View my sadness,
Now.
I promise it’s free.
See my badly-crafted branches twist into the dim sky, floating in the limbo.
See my dark mornings, my eyes fused shut in protest. Never allowed to spend a second on pause.
See my love walk away from me to someone who can always give more, everyone could be more than me.
See my inadequacy, my average ability, my torturous boring brain and impatient anger and selfish need for victory and jealously and judgement and misery and

I drift. No one’s favourite. Ever.

View my sadness,
Now.
I promise it’s free.