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I keep waking up at 2:00pm.
Sleeping my days away.
I don't want to and I've tried,
to stop it countless times.
But my mind likes to bring out the worst of me.
I keep getting called lazy, as if that's supposed to change me.
But everything stays the same.
I'm trapped in a loop.
Of wanting it all but not being able to move.
I get no sleep at all,
or too much at once.
And I can't tell you which one's worse.
I'm falling apart but I hold myself together
because that is what is expected of me.
God so much is expected of me.
When most nights I can't even sleep until the crack of dawn.
Possibly I have misplaced the glue that was supposed to hold together my broken pieces and sooth me to sleep at a proper time as it dries.
Possibly I never had it in the first place.
And possibly I'd just like to not need any glue at all.
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Finding Myself I ▽
Poetry"She painted her soul with words and displayed the pain for all to observe." Where a girl is learning how to love herself and the complicated life she lives.
