Constant

A mess of words and memories,

Flowing in my mind,

If you looked closely,

A wreck is what you’d find.

Maybe it’s my illness..

Maybe it’s meant to be.

I just want to be constant.

A level base line,

Where I can show people who I really am,

I have talents that could shine.

Instead I sit under this cloud,

That sucks my life away,

I am not religious,

But for happiness,

Id pray.