Everyday is Hell.
Everyday I go through the motions
I engage in the small talk
I try my best to socialize
Everyday my head is filled with fog
my mind is a heavy cloud- saturated with things I don't want people to know,
Everyday, I wonder how long I have been like this, how long will this last-
will I ever be OK.
I say to myself:
I will be better
I will smile
-be the cause of my own happiness
become a person who is confident in themselves
I can do it
I should try
Tomorrow I will not use the bathroom as a sanctuary,
I will not seek peace in the stall where I am alone.
Tomorrow I will be brave.
Tomorrow is hope,
Everyday is my reality.