Here is a poem:

I pick up the pieces of myself and try to become whole, but some of the pieces still need more love and light to heal

Seemingly so focused on the pieces that I can’t seem to let go as I try to work on making them into who I see myself to be, trying quite hard that I start to lose myself in all the turbulent emotions that I feel

Trying to bring light into the cracks and illuminate the shadows holding me back, my anxiety makes me feel like I’m always under attack

My inner critic roars it’s dysphoric tones and I find myself trying to focus on the world and not lose touch with the things I want to learn to grow

But sometimes it seems that I get lost in the dysphoria and things seem harder than I know

It’s like taking one step forward and then being pushed two steps back and I find myself thinking about the things that I lack

Meditation brings peace of mind for a while and I wish that it could stay longer because the fear of not being enough is straining me as I try to work on who I want to be

The pain I can clearly see as I work on building myself up, but it seems like I still don’t know enough to build myself to the top

If I could just let go of myself for a while and just be rather than trying so hard I wonder if I will truly see

Sometimes the pieces are difficult to heal and they leave scars that make me feel like I didn’t do enough to heal and I find myself getting lost in the anxiety that I feel

And I lose touch with the world and wish that I could have peace of mind for a day and that the stress would lessen a bit so I don’t feel like I’m fading away