a poem

[foureyedgurl]

Alone on the lamp-lit street
Hands in my pockets and
The busy day beneath me.
Scenery spins and flows
Thanks to help from a
pharmacy.

How can I love this when I don’t even love myself?

They said there’s a potential
Locked and buried somewhere
Deep even the critics can’t deny it.
Words live in my soul.

How can I find it when I can’t even find myself?

Someday maybe my feet won’t run
And maybe my heart won’t race
I can take my hands down from a face
That I can finally call my own.

How can I beat this when I can’t identify the fear?

Alone on a lamp-lit street
Hands in a sweatshirt
A busy night behind me
Scenery spins and flows
With no help from a
Pharmacy.

I know I can love life, because I know I can love myself.