Should I make a poetry anthology?

Hard Times

Unwind,

I feel the reverb in my mind and I'm shaking,
I'm quaking at the noise of my thoughts,
Feel like I'm baking.

It's a maelstrom,

A brainstorm like no other
Cus I've been under the weather
I've been under cover.

In disguise,

I cannot deny the pressure,
The hope that lies
In wait for better days
But all I keep hearing is whys.

I'm waiting,

For you to say your last,
for the trumpets to blow
As you finally pass
I'll salute you there and then
Because I can't hug you.

I'm doubting,

Every second word that I'm spouting,
It's like I can't figure out the riddle
laid out in front of me plain and simple,
my hearts telling me yes
My head knows its not that simple.

Hold up my aspirations,

I hold them to you because only you know
What the future holds,
I am gifted through you so enable me,
Bless me and let the music play.

I need to open up more, I need to express more and I want to know more.
Even when I think I'm doing things right there's always some wrong.
You can't please everyone. Stop trying to please everyone.
Be selfish.
Be selfless.
Choose.
You shouldn't have to choose.
Pick sides.
I'm on my own team.
Go out there.
Isolate yourself.
Win.
Lose.
Live.
Die.
Love.
Hate.

Survive.

Survive