Thousands of things that don’t feel right

I resent my needs

That they are bigger than yours

I curse my body and all it’s curves

But when I see a woman with more

I feel like I am not enough

I don’t know what I want or who I am

But I can sense thousands of things that don’t feel right

They whisper to end my life

I can’t help but feel relieved by the thought

Because my days weigh heavy on me

I can’t keep twisting through these systems that aim to keep me down

I didn’t choose to be resilient

It’s just my only other option

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