Does breathing have to be this hard?
When did my lungs become this scarred?
From the start, I couldn’t see.
It blindsided me,
Tricked me with silly visions
That led to bad decisions.

Hurt-free and harmless
Until it wasn’t anymore.
Thought I played a balanced game
Until I saw the score.
Didn’t know I was at sea
Until I spotted shore.

Now I’m building walls
That are really just illusions.
Avoiding the pitfalls
That were dug by these delusions.
And hoping I might hear the calls
That steer me from confusion.