A jolt of electricity coursing through my veins
A knot in my stomach
My heart pounding like a bass drum against my chest
Unforseen scenarios in my mind
Why am I like this?
Why do I over think things?
The weight of a dump trunk resting on my shoulders
"I am not good enough."
"I will never amount to anything."
This is what my mind tells me
How can I live if my brain is slowly killing me?
My own mind rejects me, let alone the world before me.
Unrealistic expectations I must meet in order to fit in
I am to be a clone
Meet your standards of beauty and success
While sacrificing my own happiness
Do I even know what happiness is?
Is it those brief moments full of laughter and love?
God knows I hardly ever experience that.
My downward slope rollercoaster keeping me down
As I desperately try to climb right back
To live those moments worth living
I'm trying, fighting to be better
I just wish it was an easier ladder to climb.
About the Creator
Angel De La Torre Camacho
I am a 19-year-old who aspires to be a writer. I'm from a small border town, so I am bilingual. Proud Latina.
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