Untitled Poem by Jessica Stubbs

Hidden Myself away for a long while now
Resistant to change
Time is passing fast
But time is an illusion we've pretended to measure
Stuck to adhere to a way I cannot be
I'm not very good at being a human in this society
Can't make myself care about something I don't
my mind is not made for a 9 to 5 life
Daily Matters cease to be important
self-care for me is self-destruction
Not meant for this world
I shouldn't be here
Yet here I am
And Each day is a struggle
Trying to find some kind of purpose
I need Purpose or I will rot away
Not too sure of what to do
Not too sure of anything
Deep down it all feels meaningless
I'm trying I think
I am so very tired
I've said this all before
It's all been said before anyway