Christina Sprague
1 min readJul 26, 2020

Staring down at a blank canvas
Don't know what I'm doing here
Looking through the glass
Looking, but not knowing the woman
Who is she? What can she do right?
Who am I supposed to become?
Can't even look anyone in the eye
Just can't look at my own reflection
I feel so dejected and tired of my head
Tired of my fluctuating feelings
I cry all hours, can't sleep without medication
But I'm so exhausted all of the time
Every step I'm taking feels like I'm off my own path

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Christina Sprague
Christina Sprague

Written by Christina Sprague

Mental health is important. Lover of family, animals, and writing poetry.

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