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I feel ugly today.
Felt ugly yesterday
And yesteryear.

People come with affirmations
For my fears
Disagreements for my despair.

I taught myself to be sad
I see it
I speak it
I seek it

Brooding until
My thoughts darken
Self-loathing until
My soul is sunken.

Wishing I was smaller
But most days
I wake up taller
Then I ever wanted.

Walking in abstract sorrow
Unable to make a meaningful tomorrow.
I thought I was broken
My mind already forspoken.

It’s bleak, but eventually
It clacks, creaks, cracks,
Crashes and crumbles.

Is this happiness,
Or mania?
Does it matter?

It’s not the bottom.
It’s fresh air and sunshine
And belief in all your
Possibilities.

Feasting on feelings long unfelt
But the famine returns soon enough.

This is my cycle and I ride it.
Through its peaks and valleys.
Going up I can’t stop
From hoping,
Going down I can’t stop
From turning away.