March 4, 2021
I find myself manic writing,
To have a reason to keep on fighting,
And not give in like I want to.
I hope to find the better me,
The one that I am proud to be,
Because lately I am not the man I once knew.
I feel a little inadequate,
My self-esteem a little more desolate,
And I wonder when we will be through.
It is harder to comprehend,
How to help every friend,
Often I have bitten off more than I can chew.
We all have to keep on trying,
Even as we are slowly dying,
But the choice is really up to you.
I feel like I am going nuts,
And all that is left to discuss,
Is pistachio, almond, or cashew.