I suppose I could use this frustration as
Inspiration
But when I try
I just feel selfish
Feelings are meant to be felt
But I can’t help but feel like this is just some sort
Of cry for help
Even when I know it’s not
An example of me fighting with myself
I am unable to let my emotions pass
To dream of flying out from this damper
Hindrance
My mind clouded with this sense of unease
So instead I win and lose the argument with
Myself
And I let my mind spill onto the paper
Regardless of what the other half of me has to
Stay about it
Poetry allows me to open up my mind and gather my thoughts and emotions, and in quarantine, this has been especially necessary. Being isolated for such a long time and alone with your thoughts can really take a toll on mental health, and poetry is my favorite way to cope.