I broke out of my bubble
Only to see misery outside it
I don't know what to do
Just existing is an act of rebellion
Everyone tries to trap me in a cage
I feel like I'm stuck
And don't know what to do
My body is warm with anxiety
And I don't know why sometimes
I feel so stressed
I'm holding stuff in
I'm shaking and I can't stay still
I don't know whether to smile
Or to show what I'm truly feeling
I don't think either is healthy
I got so much I need to do
And I don't know how to do it
I can't sleep at night
Because all my issues keep me awake
I feel like a fucking failure
Like I'm drowning in a sea of doubt
I let people down
And I don't know what to do
I shouldn't care what other people think
But I want people to like me
I don't want people to hate me
I want to be free, not a slave
I can't fucking concentrate
My mind does one thing
My body does another
I don't know what to do
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Unwilled, and Other Poems
Thơ caThis is a strange mix of poems. Some are about depression, gender identity, mythology, Communism, and there's even a few inspired by religious texts. The only poetry collection that has Ingmar Bergman, Buddhism and Ivan the Terrible in it. If there'...