I worry
I wonder
I ask questions no on can answer
I sweat
I tremble
I cry for no reason
But there is a reason
Traumatic phases of sorts
In all kinds and extremes
I can't really tell what's wrong
Only that I'm sad
I should be happy and counting my blessings
I should be over it by now
I'm too slow, can't let it go
I just wish I could fall asleep at night
I see people worse off than me make it
They act like nothing ever happened
They are untouched and proud to be them
I, well I don't tell anyone what I am feeling
I'm not proud to be me
I guess I'm not a strong enough person
To handle it