Escape ,
that's what I would do
when things would get tough.
I would binge,
dream, eat, read & scroll.
I would create another world
where I would live,
free to be.
The place I would
forget about my happenings,
but this was not reality.
I would procrastinate and escape,
but my reality would await
to cuff me away.
With every escape,
my reality would become
a struggle to face
To everyone I was living life
but was I?
For my body was anchored to this world
While my head flew to another
Then came a time
When I no longer wanted to hide
Even though I knew
I did not have the appetite
Because my reality had
become so hard to emotionally swallow
But there was no choice
but to face
Courage
Step by Step
Patience through it all
Change finally came across
And my reality had become a better place
