What am I, but Human?

What am I, but human?

Why am I expected to be so much?
My complex mind consumes me,
how am I ever to know how much is enough?
How much anxiety do I face before I refuse to take anymore?
How many tears to drown my cheekbones,
how many tears to make my weary eyes sore?

What am I, but human?

What else am I to be?
If there was another option,
then believe me, I’d flee.
I’d flee from all my worries-
I’d flee from my regrets.
Not only would I flee from myself,
I’d flee from those who love me best.

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Misty Dawn

My name is Misty Dawn. I’m twenty-five years old. I lost my father in 2015 due to dementia. I'm an only child dealing with a mother that has Borderline Personality Disorder. I am a full-time student pursuing a social work degree and a full-time caretaker for the elderly. I'm passionate about art, writing, and making the world a happier place. These are my thoughts, dreams, fears, passions..

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