woman, mysterious, traveler

Been overthinking about stuff I cannot handle

things that are out of my angle 

stuff that I am afraid of

stuff that I am not proud of

stuff that I cannot pretend to stand

I want but at the same time I do not want a hand

my thoughts spinning going wild I could swear they are over the roof

at some point the pian was so out of control I couldn’t move

they say I’m the me that is not  me

but at the same time I thought it was the truth I could not see

I took into consideration I feel good with that thought

the insecurity of being the opposite that I think I am gives me a fright

I thought I was tall but my emotions are over my height

I don’t think it is safe for me to bear this pain

they can think and laugh but they might as well rub it in

because I think I don’t care but maybe I do

people who love me and I love back

people who made me think about them when I couldn’t move on

when I wanted out of this life

I guess I could say they were the cruch that kept me alive

because of them  i don’t have to think about using medication to ease the pian

but now I’m tired of everything

I’m tired of feeling sorry for myself

I’m tired of being lost and not knowing myself

I’m tired of being controlled by my emotions

I will finally be the me that I was born to fly

I hope they won’t hate me for changing to my better version

Poem by:

Chimanikire Fadzai

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