Sometimes I feel like
there's something wrong with me .
My heart has been wired differently .
Sometimes I feel like
I'll never be good enough
because sex is all he ever wanted .
Sometimes I feel like
it's hopeless trying to be myself
if I've only ever pleased other people .
Sometimes I feel like
this is a bad dream
I'll never wake up from .
So sometimes
I want to
escape it
and be somebody else .
Even for a short while .
But even still
I imagine a place where I'm truly happy .
A place where all the hatred has been left behind
and there's an infinite space of me
pure and content .
And in this place
all you can do is live
and live
and live .
Because here
I haven't been alive yet .
11:11 PM
8/18/17
