Struggling With Myself
Sometimes I feel like a light.
At some moments I feel so bright,
But others I feel dull.
Also like the leaves of fall.
They’re so beautiful with their colors,
Orange, yellow, brown, red,
Yet, I can’t seem to get out of bed.
I can hear the clock go tick tock,
But I feel trapped inside a tiny box.
I’ve tried to not to feel hopeless,
But I’m too selfless
This poem is about:
Me