Today seems pretty tough.
My emotions are spiraling
And you could compare my thoughts to Los Angeles air.
Somewhat clear but hovering with smog.
It's the frustration when you want to speak
But you can't.
Like a nightmare.
And that familiar pain in my arms when things become indescribable.
Realizing all you want,
all I want is attention.
The teenage cliche of wearing headphones and contemplating my future action.
Do I fall back into habits?
Do I create more bad habits?
Being completely aware of how damaging my thoughts can be.
Yet they go unrecognized.
It's tough when you want to spill your greatest secrets,
But you're afraid to disappoint,
To make a scene,
To joke,
To send the wrong message.
Today was tough
