Life Under-Construction

Thinking of a Better Tomorrow

While I lay I think of the life I lead and the terrors it ought to bring

The maybes I should of taken advantage over and the things I should of enjoyed

At my age I've should of expirenced so much I would have gained wisdom of it

There are things holding me back, my phobias, my anxiety, and my disorders

I am a sick sick person and I want to change I want to be like everyone else and enjoy my life

This isn't me I am capable of so much and so much I want to do

I've noticed I don't lead a normal life and I need to seek for help

This is me crying out, I want to be better.