Today, I got up early
I don't quite know why
Maybe it was the nudge my body gave me to wake
Maybe it was something elseI don't feel confident today
I wore dark jeans
A plain black shirt
And my rundown boots
Yesterday I at least looked decent
Not today thoughI don't feel okay
My mind is telling me today will be a bad day
I try to disagree
There's no point
My mind is an indestructible machine of absurd ideas
I have no power over it
None at all
I might as well be trying to negotiate with a wallYet here I am
Sitting in the train
Watching the cars fly by through the window
Seeing the sun awake from it's nightly slumber
I used to wake up early, when I was younger, and watch the sun come up
It never failed to make me smile
It was back when I believed in myself
When I didn't care what people thought
I miss that
I doEverything is rushing into my head
As the hints of the sun rising begins to show
I talk about being on the train a lot
It's relaxing to have a reason not to care
I don't know anyone here
And that is beautiful
I don't have to pretend
...For 45 minutes...
Still, it's better than nothing
If I can be okay with myself for even a minute
Than thats the most I can ask for
My self image won't change over night
It will take time
That's expected thoughMy self esteem is pretty bad
Or so I've been told
Let's make a little list of the things I believeI don't think i'm important
I mean there are so many other people in this world who are better than meI don't think people should help me
Don't worry about me, I don't need you to go out of your way to help me, I'm nothingI don't think people like me
I mean who could possibly like someone like me? I'm annoying, pretty dumb, and a failure.It's common knowledge to me, it is
It's second nature to treat myself this way
I don't choose it, I just forget
That's how it works with me
Everyday, always the same
Just like the sun, it always shows up no matter what happens
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Trapped in a poetic mind
PoetryPoems by a person who has issues. Whether it is their, Depression, PTSD, or Anxiety, something is always bothering them. Writing about everything that pops into their mind, and things that they are too scared to talk about, you will no doubt find so...