sleep
No matter how many people surround me, No matter how many times I’m told I’m enough, It doesn't change the fact that I still struggle to feel it myself. At the end of the day, I’m still alone with my thoughts, Craving peace in a world that feels anything but calm.
At night, my insecurities fill the quiet, Pushing me to question everything—my choices, my worth, my existence. And now, as I lie here, I realize it’s just another cycle. I tell myself it’s late, I need sleep, But deep down, I know I'll wake up tomorrow To the same questions, and the same sleeplessness, Wondering, endlessly, who I am meant to be.