I'm fine.
I know I'm crying,
but that's normal.
I'm just fine.
I feel like I'm dying,
but who doesn't?
I'll be just fine
is all I need to tell myself.
My past is proof
I will survive.
Sometimes I just need a little sympathy
And someone to help me believe in tomorrow,
That there's something worth all this sorrow,
And that something is me.
So I take my stand, turn up my favorite tune,
And run straight into the spirit-sucking storm.
I dare the darkness to bring its doom
knowing grace will come in its wildest form.
Because the hour has come
where I accept I can't be what they want.
Because it's time
To do what I should have done from the start:
It's time to be who I need me to be
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I've been feeling a bit off lately. My mind filled with too many thoughts. Your poem has directed me to refocus. And I appreciate that, Jay. It's time to be who I need me to be. Thanks. And congrats on POD.