A thunderstorm feels appropriate
Because I’m crying in the dark.
Lightning strikes and frigid air
Echo my shattered heart.
What am I doing wrong?
Why does nothing matter?
It feels like I can’t ever be good enough.
My 20-something glow down, getting fatter
Hair in tangles, wrinkled dresses
And concealer that always creases.
It hurts to look at who I used to be
So much heart and hope, now just in pieces.
Where am I going, why am I here?
Who cares that I’m here?
It all feels pointless,
My life is governed by fear.
Fear of never living up to my potential.
Fear of disappointing everyone.
Fear of always coming up just a little short.
Fear of it all, and I just want to be done.

















