THE TROUBLE ONE

Oh for so long, 

has my chest struggled, 

my legs trembled, 

my head ached. 

The light that burns through the blinds 

of my window mock me. 

A quite mutter they say,

"You are just the same." 

My breath hitched. 

Just the same. 

Do I know those words, just the same

I say this to myself again and again, 

You are. 

-M.R.