I’m not alright
My brain and I are in a constant fight
My body wants to rest
But I can’t stop moving even when I’m out of breathe
Get up, show them your stable
Stay busy, close to people
Slowly baptizing myself in safety
But never fitting in, the past making me feel too different, too unhappy.
I’m trying but failing when I’m trying to trust
Men don’t make it easy; they don’t want to be friends they’re just full of lust.