When I want to hide.
Can't I be the ostrich with its head in the sand?
When I struggle to pray.
When I struggle to do. Anything.
When the loudest voices shout:
"What are you whining about? You have an easy life! What's wrong with you? You're just lazy. You have no excuse. You're worthless at everything you're doing."
I KNOW I need to fight...but I have no fight in me.
I KNOW I'm not alone...but I FEEL alone.
I KNOW the truth...but the lies are louder.
I can't pray. I can't fight.
But I can count.
1-rain
2-sunlight
3-two pump cafe mochas
4-colored pens and paper
5-...
