Tired
It's all I can feel
So tired
I felt so free
Soaring
Happy
Genuinely happyI forgot that I was intruding
I selfishly forced myself to forget
The freedom
Too enticingI'm sorry but not sorry
Want to be free but not
Not
Because this is all I knowI feel like I know more
But what do I know
I can't identifyWhat am I doing wrong
Why do I feel like it's wrong
But why do I feel like its right
Why does the right feel wrongI intruded
But at the same time
It was fun for all of us
Or was it?Usually talking helps
But this timeI don't want to talk
It's new and strange
Although it did help me understand
Why I can't stand being with themNever enough
Or then too much
I can't seem to get it right
But they don't even try toWe can't seem to compromise
After all these years
We don't
Talk the same languageThis inner turmoil
No decisionsThis is my plea for help
Even though I feel
No need for savingBut I do?
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Freeform Struggles
PoetryDon't worry about me. I feel more down to earth after writing these. Not always though.