Life
Life is hard you see,
To get it out of my head is freeing to me.
This is my plea.
I struggle on a day to day,
To find the right words to say,
To make my point or just get something across,
It seems so simple though at times I'm at a loss.
I'm in my own head and I can't get free,
It's easy for you and hard for me.
I put pen to paper or fingers to phone,
Somehow it feels as if I'm not alone.
I'm not alone in my thoughts that wonder so wildly,
I'm 28 and feel so childly.
Anxiety makes it hard to speak,
Though with words I hit my peak.
The peak of my intelligence and my own true mind,
Why when speaking aloud is it so hard to find,
The word I need to get my thoughts out,
I'll figure it out one day with out a doubt.
Until then I'll set alone in the dark,
Me and my pen a thought shall spark.
Copyright © Keeley Frye | Year Posted 2018
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