For Me

Why is it so hard for me to
admit myself to live
as a human,
With hate and anger
and joy and pleasure
and frustrations and contemplations.

Why is it so hard for me to
allow myself to be
to allow scintillation of what there is now.

Why is it so hard for me to
let
let it
let it be enough.

Why is it so hard for me to
be okay with these thoughts and these wonders
these curiosities.

Why is it so hard for me to
be okay with this life and this world.

Why is it so hard for me to
let me relax and rest
let me relax and rest
let me relax and rest

Why is it so hard for me to
let it out
to let it go
to let it.

Why is it so hard for me to
be at peace with my
wants and desires
and joys and pleasures
anger and hate
and despair and failure.

Why is it so hard for me to
be seen
as weak, so meek.

Why does it seem
there is so many things suppose to happen
suppose to do, suppose to be and see
before it can be
okay

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