There are plenty of ways
I find myself
Feeding this
Anxiousness
Inside me
The hardest part
Is finding ways to starve it
While trying to bring
A different me
Back to life
I remember days
When I was young
Sitting on a couch
Trying to figure out
Just how I got to be
So sad
But I never sat on a couch
And thought about all the ways
I could be so happy
My grandmother said
It’s because my parents
Didnt hit me enough
Where my mother says
Its a chemical imbalance
I genetically inherited
From the crazy
My father said
Its from taking things
The wrong way
To stay sad
Instead of taking things
Positively
To be happy
But I say
It’s because
I don’t know
What I need
To be happy
I don’t know if its
Friends
Family
Life partner
Life partners?
Animals
Ice cream?
A new pair of boots!
Yeah, I like that one.