I thought of something worth writing earlier Forgot it Obviously Write things down, clear your head Write down your thoughts My thoughts are horrible Self obsessed Critical Repetitious Hateful Lacking Lost I am faking it most of the time Acting I hate what's really me She's a stranger, really Patience Concerted efforts at positivity Exhausting...it's Absolutely exhausting Necessary Worth while Out of reach
This is my first outing in Poetry Land, I've never before opened up with words publicly. I hope someone somewhere might feel reassured they're not alone if they have feelings like this too.