I’ve been on a journey

Searching for peace.

I’ve had a ton of plastic surgery,

But I still look like a beast.

It’s been a rough road,

Getting here,

Deserting fear,

And learning to let go and embrace being alone.

I know I have more to discover,

Baggage to unpack,

Tough conversations made even tougher,

By panic attacks.

I don’t claim this life as mine,

But I’d love it to be,

But there is no amount of shine,

And there is no amount of weed.

I tried to follow that yellow brick path,

Hoping to just click my heels three times,

I can get though anything,

And you’ll never see me cry.

The journey’s taking forever,

I feel I’ll never reach the end.

I just want to end it early,

So I can go be with my friends.

I don’t want to be seen as selfish,

But maybe that’s what I am.

Perhaps I’m just not built for this,

Perhaps that’s why I get high.