By Lawal Barakat
I'm my very big problem
I'm my very last hope
My patheticness is humbling
I still don't know how to cope
My mind is always on the run
Yet my body stays frozen forever
I always find myself stunned
At the paths of which I've chosen
My best never seems good enough
My best self can't compete
Every single day seems tough
My worst self is hard to defeat
Constantly in a state of depression
Even when life is going well
It's a different kind of oppression
Being trapped in my own personal hell
I know things could be worse
But things could always be better
Thinking I will only find peace in the afterlife
Only content when I'm six feet under
Then,I think of all the people I will leave behind
I think about there sadness
I think about my mother
I remember my affirmations
I remind myself that "I have being made to make an impact"
But if only everyone could read my mind
And witness my mind's madness