I am fragile, like worn glass,
Too much pressure, and I'll break.
Years of pressure takes a tole,
Muscles and bone constantly ache.

I am insecure, a loose screw
That is being yanked out.
Just when I think I have an answer,
I'm eluded with external doubt.

I am hopeless, a white dove
Whose feathers are lost.
There's no escaping the pain,
Life is a storm, and I'm being tossed.

I am insignificant, a
Dandelion captured by wind.
What do I want? Does it matter?
After all, my will I rescind.