One Day At A Time

One day at a time,
and I tell myself to breathe.
I need a lot more patience,
to allow myself to grieve.

The person that you see,
is not entirely whole.
I was denied a part of me,
and it's weakening my soul.

I've grown up way too fast,
but wasn't nurtured as I grew.
Now I'm lost here in the present,
and I haven't got a clue.

Anxiety holds my breath,
and my voice has lost it's sound.
My heart can't find a rhythm,
but doesn't hesitate to pound.

These thoughts I never wanted,
are embedded deep within.
Now I find myself tormented,
and rationality's wearing thin.

If I had someone to help me,
I'd question why they would.
As paranoia steals my mind,
everyone's misunderstood.

So one day at a time,
is really all that I can take.
While I'm learning how to breathe
I can't afford to make mistakes.