there is a frustration
graffitied across my face
there is bare brick wall art
all across my hopeful head

i am not surprised –
the world is full of people
indulging in, ‘fuckery’
and crazy notions of power

i am trying
to live all my hope and positivity
i am conscious
of shards of glass in my sanity

i was lucky
remember that
my overbearing personality
that lacks a diagnosis

as i sit there lost inside
i hear the sounds of life around me
meaningful and real
but i feel like an alien
as i am floating elsewhere

give me youth
with the knowledge of now
but…

should i bow
doff my cap
scrape my boots
carry you on my back?

our me an orange juice
peel my fruit
and tell me,
the truth always looks so cute

so my mental health came up to me
and suggested
hey, let’s take a walk
and my wellbeing which –
which sometimes struggles –
with darker thoughts

we are all boats
what type of boat are you?
is your boat intact
does it have sails
or have sails broken and fallen flat?