Something Wrong Poem by Anna Cellmer

Sometimes I think that
I have some virus of
Auto destruction inside
Because it’s not naturally
To persuade your self
Every day
That’s worth to live yet
But I see I need this
I need to prove my self
Some reason
To want exist,
Another way
I can’t find
Anything so interesting around
To fight for, to enjoy
And to live anymore
To not feel life as a duty
Especial now with the family too
This duty is going to be more
Then pleasure
Yes there must be something wrong
With me
But I don’t know what to do
With it.