Now that you don’t have to be perfect, you can be good.

Live your life and enjoy it, the way God said you should.

It sounds so easy, when you say it like that.

But what I can’t get over, is all this excess fat.

My brain won’t let me enjoy this life.

There’s a constant reminder of pain and of strife.

I try my best, to get out of my comfort zone.

But my brain keeps saying I need to stay home.

I go to my doctor, try and help myself.

I feel I’ve worked hard but attained no wealth.

I listen to others, hear what they have to say.

Especially the ones who experience the same.

It’s clear to me that their journeys have been long.

The older ones who I thought were so strong.

We all have these struggles and we all have our doubts.

We must lean on each other, we won’t make it without.

My story’s not over, it’s barely begun.

I need to learn that it’s okay to have fun.

Life is not constant, of this I am sure.

It’s something that changes, a question to endure.

So I’ll embrace the absurd and look for my purpose.

Take care of my brain and look good on the surface.

My life will continue so that one day,

I can say that I made it, though I struggled on the way.