it gets so heavy
having to carry around myself
every. single. day.
physically
mentally
emotionally
it gets exhausting.
oh how i envy those
who are as light as a feather
as bright as the sun
for they are not burdened
with the weight of the world.
they are the standard.
these beautiful creatures
have no idea
how just their existence
makes others miserable.
just the sight of them
makes others
angry with envy.
i hope that one day
i can make others envy me
as bad as that sounds.
YOU ARE READING
oh how the mirror lies
Poetrythe thoughts i do not share are written here in word form. please be kind to them.
