Ay Be Ay

It's a Dixon Ticonderoga HB#2 This pencil, still my favorite, Still ties me back to you. I'm so distant as of late, In my mind, in my heart, It seems there's too much on my plate. I've been selfish in my time And stingy with myself, Thinking I'm passed my prime. I don't know who I am Now who you ever were Nor who we should've been. Anxiety is crippling me Today is not my day again Nor is any next day I foresee. I'm tired of being here. I want to, please, go home Before home turns into fear. Remind me who I'm not By showing me who you are All the demons I have fought.