i hate all the things i have done so far
nothing feels right

in my stomach
a peach pit full of dread
a swift shock of fear
a perfectly placed punch
to the softness that sits at my core

listless -
am i lying to myself?
cowering in the corner
creature-like
with hands covering eyes

sorting -
separation of this feeling
from my true center
is taking energy
that i'm unsure i have