On-the-go poetry entry #10

 

"Where I'm At"


Maybe I'm depressed

I'm spiraling

Trying to smile through

I think I'm making a mess


Maybe it's just me

I'm stressed

With all these changes

Feeling to an excess


Maybe I'm just searching

For answers I should avoid

To questions

I think I'm supposed to suppress


And I confess

I cannot blame you

It's all gotten so crazy

It's all so hard to digest


And someday

I hope we make it

So we can look back

At all our progress


But, nonetheless

I'm sorry

I think

It's just where I'm at

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