The wind is blowing while I stand.
It seems that I’m resisting, but I’m made of sand.
I’m going away with the wind, piece by piece, slowly.
I have no will to move.
I watch as I shatter, desperately inside, but a glassy look outside.
Looking from where you are it appears as if I can’t feel a thing.
On the inside I’m confused. I wanna cry, but I can’t sometimes.
I can’t understand.
So many thoughts all at once. I’m sad.
I’m sad with myself.
I have high expectations and I seek for a validation on others that I could only find in myself.
Am I damaged?