Sanctuary [Poetry]

02-10-2020

For most situation, it's the thought of denying that there's something wrong with me, that everything is just a phase—that failing to understand myself is just a normal thing.
It happens to everyone, at some point, it does.

For most times, it's that feeling of desiring not to be a burden to someone's heart—that my thoughts, no matter how unappealing it might be, is just temporary and I will someday be fine.

For most times, I hide myself in between smiles and laughs, in between trying to be someone else—I pretend.
I'm getting sick of it. Everything is temporary—but not how my mind works cruelly. I feel like a tenant of my own, being forcefully shoved away like I don't deserve to be here.