Familiar Feelings

Filled with thick air and Im sinking.
Unable to give words to this gutteral punch,
I want my mind to be blank for once
No more thoughts of being good, not good enough.
Icthy eyes from over sleeping,
I wake sticky mouthed with a sour taste,
sick of being the one to move these bones.
I want to be able to hold my own face in my hands and tell myself Im good. Im good enough.
But that touch and those words mean so little when you can't trust the face staring back at you.
Fake smiles will twist my lips until Im okay.
And I'm okay.