can i change

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.


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