I just wanna be happy.
Know fun.
Find glee.
Love me.
Know peace.
I can’t, though.
I can’t.
Not as long as I’m stuck here,
Sad.
Mad.
Scared of the world.
Annoyed, with myself.
A permanently tearstained ball of anxiety.
Tucked away,
Safely.
Finding comfort in my misery.

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