Mess of a Princess.

My name is a word and my life feels like death.

My life is a mess and sometimes I can’t breathe.

I don’t know why I feel this way because I don’t want to.

A shamble of words spills out of my mouth.

I can’t seem to think straight and I need a path.

Somewhere that I can go and be myself.

A place where I can fall into a lake and have my thoughts to myself.

Or a pond where I can sink and explore the new.

Maybe even a stream that can take me on a journey.

I have a dream sometimes when I can do anything.

I wish I could really do that.