I don't want to go outside
I'm happier when I'm with myself, I swear
My parents always claim I disappear
Whenever I'm alone
My mind can be an overthinking machine
But that's all it is: A machine
And over controlling it, I'm keen
Because I'm the one holding the lever
So no matter how heavy my thoughts,
I will not waver
-Currently listening to "Mess" by Peggy.
YOU ARE READING
Beyond This Mortal Life
PoetryA poetry book that feels like a warm hug from an old friend. Beyond This Mortal Life is full of poems on self-love, navigating through the dark times, mental health issues, and how to believe in yourself when no else does. Official Spotify Playlist:...
