Yellow Thoughts

A Vacation

Are vacations fun?

Because I might need one.

From my own thoughts, memories, people I love.

This morning I went under my house and screamed, screamed out of fear of what I was becoming.

When I look at myself, I look at a girl with blueish-grayish eyes and an empty face.

I look at my phone, and look at the girls who have so much going for them in life.

My chest aches, as my thoughts begin comparing to other people.

I've never been on a vacation, but I know I need one.

My thoughts are blinding me, making me feel worthless.

Or maybe that's just who I am?

Worthless.