Sometimes,
Like right now,
I can't breathe.

Sometimes I sit and stress
About things that
Engulf everything.
Sometimes it's late at night
And I have a test tomorrow,
But that doesn't stop me
From obsessing over my imperfections
As I lie in my bed.
Sometimes,
My hands start to shake
Because people ask me
"What do you like about yourself?"
And I have to really try to
Come up with something.

Sometimes,
I can't see the light at the end
Of that godforsaken tunnel.
It's just a dark abyss that I
Have no way of navigating.

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