Word Vomit #2

another note from my phone. posting after rekindled relevance.

I often feel that I was not built for this world,

Outside my window the sun and moon dance

Yet I remain unmoved and unchanged,

Still beaten down by my thoughts and past experiences

I let things get to me, perhaps

I can agree and admit that I am weak

My mind has never been resilient,

That has never been within me

Instead, I succumb to life’s strifes

With hands raised, I plead defeat 

I wish things weren’t this way,

That I wasn’t so easily overwhelmed 

“I didn't ask for this”

Words I can remember saying since I was young,

I don’t know how to get better 

I take one step forward and three steps back.