Poems

Won't Get Better For Me


things will get better with time

they always say and sometimes

they are correct but when the

sadness lasts for months and

when the anxiety from not being

successful keeps you in bed paralyzed

by fear of trying again and again and

again and still getting nowhere don't

hate me when i say and believe that

it won't get better for me

Freedom

No other creature

has to make

the same choices

we do on the daily

No other creature

has to choose a path

they wish to walk

for the rest of their life

Like we do

They just exist

I desire

that freedom

to exist

The Fog

a day

is either

too beautiful

for me

to enjoy

or not

beautiful enough

for me

to be

happy

it's like i have a veil of fog in front of me

obscuring my vision distorting the beauty around me

but i desperately want to see it and enjoy it

but the fog doesn't go away

still i

pretend to

enjoy the

beauty around

me so

eventually i

can see

beyond the

Fog