A rough day

I feel like I am always lost floating in an ocean of others emotions, I always have space for others because I think that’s who I’m meant to be. Although I feel like those I hold the most space for do not know much about me. Like an agent undercover, the real me peaks its ugly head out sometimes then quickly gets pulled back in when there is a problem to fix.

Building people up who would watch me crumble, holding on to hope that I am important in their life. Maybe it’s my own fault, I rarely let those in that are the closest to me, there’s no need to worry them all with the complaints that run circles around my brain. The one who adapts the one who perseveres no matter the circumstances the one who can just flip the switch pull the smile and move on.