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

Christina Sprague
Christina Sprague

Written by Christina Sprague

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

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