Somedays I want to get out of bed

And feel the warmth on my skin

The slight crunch of leaves loosening with a gentle step

And a breeze flowing underneath my hair

But I’m confined to an artificial light

Its neon rays glazing my eyes over

And staring into my soul

A single buzz pulling me back into its lair

And I’m tired

Exhausted of scrolling past the

Faces that seem so perfect

Everything about them making you feel

Less than

The constant comparing is what really gets me 

The unreal standards swirling like a whirlpool

Swirling and swirling until they get to you 

And make you feel like you’re not good enough

The likes give me validation but

Never enough to satisfy the self hate

The comments bring me joy but 

Never enough to make me happy

I want it to end

I want it to end so bad

But it's a cycle  

A cloud of toxicity 

That I can never seem to shake off

Will it ever be gone?

Because some days 

It feels like so much yet

So little as the same time

I think this is what it feels to be 

stuck