NO END

I was told I feel too much
I was told I feel it all
I was told when I take a pill
I might not feel at all.
I might not be sad anymore
I might even stop crying alone
I might take brave the world again
I might even want to see some friends.

I was told this is something I can’t control
It feels as though I led myself here
I was told none of this is my fault
I was told I have so many fears
I am told so many things I am supposed to do
Supposed to feel, supposed to be
I am supposed to get better everyday
I am supposed to just be me.

I am told many things
I tell myself plenty of things too
I tell myself what I should and shouldn’t be
I tell myself to just be happy too.
With all the things I am supposed to do
Supposed to feel, supposed to be
None of it seems to have an ending
On and on it goes
We come to an end with no resolve
Like this poem I’m writing
That leaves many more questions unsolved.