Inconsistent Me

I happy, but sad

I’m dependent, but independent

I’m lazy, but work myself to death

I’m crazy, but sane

I care too much what people say, but don’t care what they say

I’m dumb, but wise

I’m afraid to speak out, but I speak my mind

I’m open, but put walls up

I’m afraid to be alone, but I’m a loner

I let people walk all over me, but I stand up for myself

I love too much, but have a heart of ice

 

Have you ever had the feeling that you’re two people in one body?

It’s exhausted and emotionally draining. The highs and lows get to be too much after awhile. Sometime it makes me question my sanity, sometimes it makes me numb.

But mostly it makes me not like myself, this person who is consistent inconsistently me.