Stuck Poem by David Self

Is it normal to feel so stuck in life,
When every step you take just leads to strife?
You wake up bright, your spirits in flight,
But hours pass—you're lost, no light.

What's the point in sharing the pain,
When it returns like a cold, steady rain?
It's my own path that brought me here,
So it's my fight—I must face the fear.

I've had my share of highs and lows,
But aging brings more yeses to noes.
I'm unhappy in so many ways—
How do I hold back the growing haze?

I smile for the world, say 'I'm okay, '
But I crawl through life, day by day.
Inside, I've derailed—
That's the truth I've inhaled.

Maybe this mess is mine to own,
Maybe healing starts alone.
And though it hurts, I still endeavour—
It's just my life. I'll make it better.