Stressed, irritated, depressed, and frustrated.
I look in the mirror and see a nobody.
I look up at the sky and see a freedom.
Only if I were able to be relieved.
I could feel alive and vivid, in contrary of dead and numb.
If I could feel my stress and irritation, just breeze past me, like wind through trees.
Instead of it all slapping me in the face, like crested waves against crested rocks.
When I look in the mirror I see a nobody.
When I look up at the sky and I see a freedom.
Freedom of stress, freedom of irritation, freedom of depression, and freedom of frustration.
Only if I were able to be happy, if I were able to be relieved.
Just maybe I would be able to see the real me.