“Seriously, Really, Tell Me”

Am I trying too hard?

Tell me - is it really this hard

To know how hard it is?

What makes it so hard

To figure all of this out?

I think I’m ready to give up

No really - I think it’s all so fucked up

Why would I bother messing up,

When it only matters if you get up out of bed?

I have no idea what I want from you.

It’s too hard to even talk to you.

I don’t mind giving you my time,

But I think you should want me to.

“So what’s my next move,” I think

And I know there’s nothing wrong

With thinking, but don’t you think

That I should relax and give my

Brain a chance to breathe? Probably.

Who the fuck am I meant to be?

Again, really - tell me - is this all I should be?

Am I wasting my life? Should I be more inclined

To find a space that makes sense for me?

It’s all that I’m trying to do

Spending years worried about

What I’ll do. Does it get any better?

I’ll don’t think I’ll fit in the right shoes.

It must be a waste of time.

Why are you wasting my time?

We all know my time is limited

And I’m tired of trying to always be on time.

That’s why I should leave it.

Seriously - don’t worry about it.

You might not know it, but I do.

I’ll feel better when I forget about it.