worthless

unusual feelings;
someone's blowing balloons up in your chest
it's pressure, it's stress.
things aren't the same
they all feel different
and maybe this is just growing up.

it's scary
and the thoughts in your head
open up different horizons
new and fresh and foreboding
and you will always daydream
and fear the worse
but fear yourself into some kind of
super human
that you'll never be.

somber eyes stare in the mirror
round, brown
half the time remarked as
remarkable.
and the rest they are just
shit.

maybe this is just the blood flowing
through your veins.
maybe it's the sights you saw today

your head never seems to settle
words, thoughts, feelings
a jumbled mess.
and everyone sees that as something bad
but you use it to your advantage,
you use it with what you're good at.