therapy.

It's been a good minute since i've
synced pieces of my thoughts onto this blog.
mentally, i've been gone; away,
trying to figure out who i am,
the difference between
the significant & insignificant,
& how much they mean to me.
i've been spending time
categorizing this life of mine.
School itself is two categories.
-my life consumer. my focus.
all to maintain "excellent" grades,.
I feel as though I'm missing out on my adolescent era.
It's floating by, right before my eyes.
where shall I go from here?

I've been kept from the light,
positivity, happiness, and self worth.
to the point where I was in the midst of
questioning my life, my purpose, my being.
What's the point?
Where's the beauty life promises?
Why am I even here?

He said I need therapy.
He said I need to talk to someone.

my father's somewhat mentally ill,
according to mother.
In separate corners we'll stay,
for two more years.
yesterdays argument justified that.