It’s like I’m better; no longer depressed
And I feel the vitality within
Though I still suffer from heartache and stress
I am now comfortable in my own skin
It took years, and I’m not sure what changed
But I’m happier than I was before
It’s almost like my thoughts were rearranged
And I view my problems as open doors
Maybe I’m happy; maybe I’m okay
Maybe I’ve grown up; maybe I’ve matured
Maybe I’m content being here today
Maybe I’m new; I’m not entirely sure
Perhaps I’ve died, and it’s an illusion
If so, I like this happy delusion

marilyn mccottrell