These Days - Poem by Brooke Sanders
Is it really me who is crazy?
All this stuff I’m myself through.
They all say they never would have guessed.
And that this ain’t me.
I don’t even know who I am these days.
I change for people too much.
When will I ever be good enough?
Or is it too late?
It’s like my life has been shaken outta me.
I can no longer see what is best for me.
Maybe getting away is what is best.
I really have put my life to the test.
All I ever wanted was a good life.
Not battling fights every night.
Crying and feeling like I’m dying.
I wake up every morning asking myself,
What am I going to say wrong today?
Who am I going to hurt and push away today?
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