my heart isn’t quite right.

I don’t know what is wrong, and I probably never will.

But there is something wrong.

My mentality doesn’t agree with me.

My heart hurts when it shouldn’t.

It finds things to poke and prod me with day and night.

Though I do find times of pure, unadulterated, happiness and love, I soon find myself buried under insecurities and depressed thoughts.

I’ve gotten much better over the years.

But something must have gone wrong at some point.

Because something isn’t quite right.

But I’ll have to live with it.