Im starting to think I am not worthy of love

Or maybe friendship, happiness –

or D.) all of the above

I make it hard to love with each passing day another gray cloud forms on my face

and a bittersweet lullaby tells me to stay in place, the outside world is dangerous for someone of my race.

Do you relate?

Does heaven call for you yet your body refuses to move even an inch

You can call and cry for help

because you’re failing, falling harder and harder but we cant all be Michael Phelps.

And I’m sure the dude who swims faster than I doubt myself, has doubted himself too.

We’re all humans who fight, cry and even look like fools.

I won’t burry my mistakes, that’d be a distasteful lie.

But because of that trait, I fear I’ll be alone when I die.