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.
