We are breathing.

I’m yelling
because I’m exhausted
I’m crying
because it all hurts
my brain is overloaded
and my eyes are stinging
from the tears that wallow in
and it’s a shallow pool I’m drowning in
they thoughts they keep on breeding
I’m a failure
it surfaces so often
the feeling of never accomplishing
or never finishing
of being a burden to existence
by never contributing
but the reality is
we are breathing
we are speaking
and every piece we put out
every word we speak
every bit we write
everything we release
be it a few eyes
or billions
we exist
and success
doesn’t have to be dollars
being poor feels as if
I’m only filth
because this place has been created
has been filled of commercial space
and advertisements
buried within our brains so deep
that it becomes difficult
to accept money and success
isn’t the same.

Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina