I'm feeling a bit lost and directionless
a bit dis en fran chised
A little out of control
which no one likes
And I like even less.
They tell me they love me
But sometimes my skin stretches and hardens like a barrier
The words knock themselves against it until they're black and blue
And I see them
But I can't feel them from my tower
This isn't what I sat down to write
This is words flowing
without any permission given
Soaked in self pity and a little girls boredom
Because Ok
My life isn't perfect
neither is yours
And I have what I need
I hope you do too
It's just that what I want feels out of reach
But Ok
I just don't feel as great as I thought I would
I need to shift the focus but I can't find the lens
I need to fix it instead of dwelling in metaphors
I want a quick fix
But theres a reason those don't really exist
Even Wonder Woman needed two separate lives to keep her shit together
