run from my problems

because i don’t know how to solve them

too tired to think

yet i can never find sleep

my thoughts run from me

always slipping past my fingers

never find grounding

a sense of belonging

i am hovering

in the middle of yesterday and tomorrow

always 

chewing more than i can swallow

am i overwhelmed?

They tell me i’m not supposed to be

i feel weird

life feels like a dream

without the softness of a pillow

standing upright

taking in whatever life throws

praying for the promise of tomorrow

tomorrow never comes

always a day out of reach

just like the words I

wish to speak

is this real

or is this a dream

these expectations, imperfections, always seem

 to confuse me

the change is familiar

but i no longer am

to myself

i am a stranger