it's not like i'm not giving my best
i just fear there isn't much to give
what if i am just not blessed
with the abilities one needs to live
the rest
of one of the brightest kids in class
consists of pieces and bits
that are lost in a fucking mess
made of happy pills and inner scars
there are too many worries
that can't find release
i just cannot shake them
they fill me up
what if i break and
eventually stop
pushing on
will all my good traits be gone
before i grow up?