// Poems and Ponders //

Poem

Overworked

Overcrowded

I analyze everything I do

And it's never enough

96 won't cut it, it's not a 100

Nothing imperfect, nothing off kilter

My mind runs on an endless rampage

I'm drowning,

Tied down by anxiety

Insecurity, too

I'm dying,

The endless battle

Ripping me to shreds

It's morning, time to put on the mask

Hide the fear, hide the sadness

Show only the happiness

Why should I feel pain?

I'm not fat, not abused, not sick

Why should I feel pain?

I'm just a girl, just a person, a nobody,

My pain isn't justified by your standards.

Nor mine for that matter.

Overworked

Drowning

Dying

And in pain