Lable.

This poem is about my inner struggles figuring out who I am and what I am.

Why do I have that pit in my stomach.

It’s always there.

Dragging every ounce of happiness I have.

Well the happiness I pretend to have.

Each Day I feel less and less.

This pit takes everything.

Happiness.

Joy.

Excitement.

Even Sadness.

Im left with nothing.

Staring forgetting what it feels to be human.

Forgetting what it feels to be me.

I don’t remember who I was.

All I know now is a fake.

A fraud.

No one to turn to without being a label.

Crazy.

Weird.

Psycho.

I don’t know what I am.

I just want to be me.

Not Crazy.

Not Weird.

Not Psycho.

Me.