Abecedarian Poem

A sight for sore eyes 

Beautifully damaged yes

Can’t you see

Do I not try enough 

Energy is lacking inside of me 

For I am just barely surviving 

God how does one do it

How do I match up to the expectations and standards 

I miss the feeling of wind pounding on my face 

Just barely able to catch my breath 

Killing my childlike soul  

Like my therapist says 

Must you think so negatively  

Not as if it’s my intention

Oh well right as I shrug my shoulders 

Pushing myself further and further 

Questioning my limits 

Regretting the words that slip from my lips  

Silently going through the motions day by day 

This is exhausting 

Understanding my mind 

Very messy it is 

Well that’s an understatement 

‘Xotic is better 

Youthful I am still so young 

Zero time to waste