If I Admit It

How am I supposed to take care of you when I can’t take care of myself? How am I supposed to love you when I can’t even love me too? How am I supposed to expect the best when I can’t even get things off my chest? How am I supposed to put up a fight when I don’t even know what’s right? How am I supposed to smirk when I know things won’t work? How am I supposed to peak when all I feel is weak? How am I supposed to roll the dice when I don’t even think I can make the sacrifice? How am I supposed to love when you can’t rise above? How am I supposed to rise above the obstacles ahead when I just feel dead? How am I supposed to think it’s worth it when nothing feels perfect?