even with acid tears
laced with dark words
that slowly trickle down my face
to remind me of the pain im in.

i need a way to
pull my self out
from a pit of my own
anxiety and emotional
suffering.

i need an outlet
where in the form
of metaphors,
i can tell my story.

im still trying to find
a way to balance it all
to not fall
like my brother and sisters
trapped inside their own wall.

im sorry if i don't
live up to your expectations,
but im trying to find a way
to limp by,

rather than being wheeled
away in a gurney
that leads me to my deathbed;

a bed of unfulfilled
expectations.

-ea