A poem for the feels trapped in my heart right now, things will get better and I’ll be ok just I need it out
When the first question came
My soul had a panic attack
It never ends happy if it’s something I want
I become the scapegoat for when things
Get stressful and there’s a lash out
I know not to ask for things
I don’t know why I keep the hope
That it’s ok for me to want something
I eventually get there
To the things I truly desire
Keep it too myself would be better
At least for my heart
I keep hoping and holding a candle
That maybe I can be able to ask
And not be afraid of the consequences
Not be afraid that i was wrong
I shouldn’t want
I have needs like everyone else
I wish I could forsake the material world
Things that It will eventually rust and rot
My emotions
My heart
Will still remain
Even after that harsh time is over
This panic will remain as long as I know
That the hurt returns whenever things are hard
Mental health is a struggling dance
Something I wish I was free of
But I guess I’m strong enough to handle
Sometimes it feels as though
I handle it alone



















