CW: mentions of mental health
I love you all, I love you all to death,
but sometimes I wish I weren’t quite so scared
to be around you quite so much.
I wish I were content with not quite enough
but instead the problem is myself –
I can’t keep on pretending to be someone else.
I don’t know when I became so afraid
of sitting to tea with me.
I don’t know when I considered myself
such a scary person to be with,
and I think maybe I could do with being
a little less judgemental. I can’t help but think
these days that I owe that person an apology,
so here it is:
you deserve to be alive, you know?
you have so much time to deserve it even more.
you still have the chance to go pick up
your dreams from those linoleum floors.
…they’re yours, remember?
Image courtesy of Vladislav Muslakov