I feel the weight of who I am
In every step of my neon Converses
I see the shape of the person I could have been
In every dressing room mirror or every
Aggressively filtered weight loss Instagram ad
The guilt I feel is counterbalanced by a boundless naivete
That makes every movement reek of fetid hope and sickly-sweet nihilism
So when I wake up in the morning, please remind me
That I’m not broken
That I’m not old
That I’m not lost
That life is full
I still hope that when the sun rises,
It rises on a different me
But I also recognize the person
I want to be isn’t as far away as he seems
My life is not over
Poetry Overdose 