I’d love to be calm, and I’d love to be free, I’d love to feel energy come out of me.
Instead I feel scared, and more tired by the day, Nobody can fix me, no matter what they say.
I want life to be busy, to feel fulfilled, But what if I recover and am not good enough, still?
To prove people wrong, get better, and dance, I must take a deep breath and give myself a chance.
I’d love to skip the hard parts and know how it works out, But instead I’m lying, lonely- just me and my doubt.
Literally never written a poem in my life, but midnight is apparently a time I decide to write this!