I sometimes can’t find my footing,

I despair too easily,

it seems pointless to imagine

a better scope

when driven down by thoughts

designed to bring me down.

I simply let go of myself

and drift into an abyss

seems relative to my life,

to live in this conflict.

I’d rather feel sorry for myself

than relish in the beauty of a day.

I can feel my breath when I’m down,

shallow and filled with resentment,

not toward others

only myself,

seems I’m my worst enemy

when caught up in cliches.

I’d rather discover an outlet

gave freedom from all that I rue.