I tried to think
but the yesterday speaks to me.

I wanted to let go of the past
but I don't wanted to forget it.

I keep hearing the sounds of my own breath trying to be just right as others.

I write many things but I feel like I ain't enough to have a right to express my way.

why am I always feels like this?

I miss the child I see in me but I don't wanted to waste the time of the disappointed I made to be promote as the person I wish to be.

I'm really confused on what am I feeling myself too without touching an pen I feel that I don't deserve to feel.