I sit here and type,
Though I haven't a clue what to write.
My emotions are running high,
And yet my tear ducts remain dry.

I just want to scream,
Yet none of this could be a dream.
I'm so confused, and so sad,
It's more like defeated, not mad.

Why can't I just hang up the cape?
My insecurities prevent my escape.
I'm lazy, hopeless, and selfish.
To better myself is my only wish.

Help me please, I truly want to try.
*I'm sick of this constant need to cry.