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sleepless nights

Nights when I can't sleep, when I can't seem to shut my eyes long enough to fall asleep, when I can't seem to focus, are nights they come. They don't really have a name, but they prey on the weak. They prey on those who will easily fall into their clutches. I sometimes call them fears, others call them anxiety, some, some call them death.

undecided

To tell you the truth,

I'm very confused.

There's so much to say

so much to search for

the answers,

never underneath my nose.

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Most know their answers already

some are close to deciding

but I just stand here

unsure of myself.

rights

I have the right

to be who I am

to be who I really am

not by how I look

or how I used to identify as

but by how I feel

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I will always be here

I will always exist

among with others

that feel the way

that I do

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