How can life be so perfect
and yet I find myself frowning in the mirror
I walk down the halls fearing the tears that well in my eyes
I have found so much good,
so why are their days where a smile isn’t present
The good and the bad I have handled it all,
but I’m so confused.
Confused about why sadness looms over me ready to knock me down,
rendering me from getting up
Why does my throat knot at the thought of these feelings?
I want answers,
but I’m scared for the truth
If not my physical heath then the only other solution is my mental health
The though terrifies me and yet,
I want to know something is wrong
Because if something is wrong then there are ways to fix it,
or at least make it better
But if nothing is truly wrong, then am I crazy?
Why do some days feel too large to take on,
And in a world full of people who love me and are there for me,
Why do I feel so alone.
A year ago if you told me I would be writing this I would have
laughed in your face,
but this is me,
these are my feelings,
and that scares me