It is worth it.

This feeling when I wake up
That everything is amazing.
This feeling when I life
That anything could happen.
This feeling when I go sleep
That maybe it’s not worth it.

And I wonder
And I overthink
And I get how important it is.
But sometimes it’s just lonely
But sometimes it’s just sad
That I have no one
No one to be with.

Being amazing is not amazing.
It is not at all.
Being admired leaves you alone.

And every day I wonder
If it’s for with it.
And every day I know
That being so happy
Leaves you alone.