Silence please, it’s too loud in here.
Feeling too much; feeling too little.
Are you laughing? Are you laughing?
I’m not, ok, sometimes I am.
Wanting to be more, do more, say more
Succeeding some, failing more.
Battling. Building strength where I’m soft and weak.
Searching. Can’t find it. Keep searching. Is that it?
Darkness. Scary. Sitting in the dark.
I’m here. Mostly.
That’s not me. She only looks like me.
Are you laughing? I’m not, but I will be.
Changing. Better, worse. Don’t know.
My head is too full. Write it down. Release it.
That’s a little better. Quieter anyway.