Trapped in a looking glass
whiling my time away as well as my youth.
Wasting body, insanity is driving me to mindlessness.
My struggle feels too heavy and too enourmous for my shoulders
feels like I am carrying around this huge backpack full of rocks
while struggling to stay afload almost sinking to the bottom
water fills my lungs. air is escaping, I am helpless and without hope.
I scream for help but the voice doesn’t come out.
Any glimmer of success is robbed by bad timing.
It feels like I am stuck, I want to give up, I want to let go I want to stop fighting and trying.
Things will get better they say… have faith.
Trying at a losing battle sealing my own fate.
Second guessing myself my doubts are here to stay.
Glimpse in the mirror – I am afraid of my own reflection
It screams my truth – the one I have been snuffling like as if I am ashamed to admit.
How much further must I go?
How much more of my mental peace must I sacrifice
When will it ever be enough?
This is a great picture of what it’s like for so many people struggling with identity or themselves, especially regarding authenticity and the struggle one faces to belong in one’s own body as well as the rest of the world. This clearly depicts the struggle that people face, as I myself had in the past-especially the feeling of being stuck. Most certainly a relatable poem and beautifully written. Bravo!