I hoped my mind was powerful enough to capture your emotion.
Even though you’ve always showed devotion.
There was never a time your actions should be questioned.
I digress, in disdain.
I shouldn’t be masking happy days with rain.
I should be happy you always came.
Struggling to figure out my insecurities.
Lamenting on various activities.
Maybe my mind and body are enemies.
I can’t seem to put my hands on the problem.
Maybe it’s too late.
Maybe I just can’t carry my own mental weight.