What's wrong with me?
I'm not who i used to be.

I'm having a hard time describign how i feel inside,
Sometimes i have an overwhelming feeling to hide.

I lost my wya,
And we were drifting away...

But i found my way back,
Without having to pack.

I dont know what i'd do without them,
They are my best of friends i knwo for sure i don't need ten.

I'm an insecure mess,
But i rather you not test.

I hate feeling like i'm not good enough,
But atleast i dont feel like my problems are to tough.

I hope to go back to the fun old me
But i'm almost there i already solved three.

This poem has to come to an end,
Although there are some rules i would love to bend.

I sure am positive that everything will be better soon,
And just maybe even by the next full moon.