I'm not fine.
I'm just not fine.
I feel so under pressure,
yet I feel nothing at all.
I look outside the window
but I don't recognize the world.
I look inside the mirror,
but I don't recognize my eyes.
They used to light up every room,
now sadness looks back at me,
my eyes look heavy,
my heart feels empty.
I have so much fire inside of me,
burning, raging,
but the world keeps pushing it down.
Still, I rise, again and again,
Only to fall, again and again.
This is all I ever wanted,
but am I ready for it?
Everyone else seems to be stronger,
everyone else seems to be faster,
While I ache to be the strongest,
just once.
And I enjoy my journey, I do
But it's not yet the way I dream it could be
Am I disciplined enough?
Do I fight hard enough?
I donât know.
But what I do know
Is that I donât feel fine.