Outlet

Let out what you breath

Every morning,

I wake up as me,

but never felt real.

I do things as me,

but doubtful everytime.

how ironic,

I see myself as me

but I never knew what's inside

Am I nothing?

Am I slow?

'cause that's what I breath

I am a good for nothing girl,

I inhaled that too openly

It suffocates me

I know, not good.

but do I have to let it out?

I am what I am

they say

but he said

I am what he says

he said breath,

but I cannot let it out

all the things he said

crumpled inside me,

like bubbles full of air.

ready to burst

and disappear into thin air.

into nothingness.

just a bubble.

once full of crap that she breathed,

pure gaslighting

just dark gas

but never light

just pure black

never hope

just a sad bubble in the air,

pure disappointments and doubts.

am I what he says I am?

do I have to keep being that bubble in the air?

ready to be gone?

when can I let it all just out?

how do I let it all just out?

can someone tell me how?

before I just burst

like a bubble full of polluted air.