Quarter-Life Crisis
So insecure and insignificant,
And I just can't take it and keep it in,
What's it to you ten years from this moment on,
If I were long gone?
So weakened and broken,
I can't lift even my own spirit.
What's it to you if I finally admit
All along I've been tired of being so strong?
So dismayed and lost within me,
I can no longer see a future in which I'll be happy.
What's it to you, if you never even knew
Just what's been stealing my own happiness?
Copyright © Marissa Faries | Year Posted 2022
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