Sometimes I wonder what it’s like to be someone else,
To be in another body,
Experiencing a different world.
A better world, maybe
Even a happier world.
Sometimes the realization hits me
That I’m really a person,
I believe it’s called
Depersonalization: the feeling that one’s surroundings aren’t real.
It’s a symptom of anxiety,
Great stress; fear.
And I’m afraid to say,
I’ve never said it out loud,
But I’m just about afraid of everything.
Afraid of what I might become and the damage I might cause
Afraid of the hopes I have and sacrifices I'll have to make...
And if things don't work out, I'm afraid to break the promise I made.
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Can I Say Goodbye?
PoetryI'm always searching for something worth staying for but I can't seem to find that until then please don't mind me because I'm just a traveler passing through. When I'm not satisfied or happy I'll leave and find a new path, so just let me say goodby...
