why is it so hard to love
the ones who have always given?
when all my life i have focused on only
the ones who have been taken
how come i am made to fear
the changing of perspective?
my past lost experiences vs
the ones who are currently active
why is it so hard on letting go of the past
and feeling like nothing is controlled?
i'm so busy looking behind and forward
i do not see the gift before me
why do i always have a burst
of having nothing ever to offer?
sometimes i take one look at myself and think
"why do i even bother?"
soon i will understand the joyous gift
of pure happiness in every opponent
but for right now i have to get through the stage of
"hold on, it will be a moment."
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Growing Pains
Poesiefor the kids who were forced to grow up too fast, this one is for you. TW : drug use, depression, anxiety, suicidal thoughts, ED
