My brain feels squished
to be happy is what I wished
for, and now
I don't know how
to stop the thoughts incessantly
screaming that I'm a phony.
It's not fair
I wanna care
about everything besides myself
but I've been in the back of the shelf
long enough
to keep trying to be tough
for others surrounding.
Instead I'm drowning
to keep them afloat
dear God, where's my rescue boat?