"Unwell"

When will I understand that I can't change who I am, only deal with it?
When will I understand that being strong doesn't mean not showing vulnerability?
When will I understand that I am more than meets my own eye?

When will I understand that I need the courage to tell them what's in my heart?
When will I understand that my heart and brain don't always have the answers?
When will I fully understand that distance isn't a friend of mine?

When will I understand that becoming emotionally attached isn't always the best thing?
When will I understand that life won't always be like this?
When will I understand that self-doubt doesn't need to be my enemy?

When will I understand that the phrase "speak now" doesn't apply to every situation?
When will I understand that it is okay to let go?
When will I understand that one day, hiding won't always work?

When will I understand that books clearly make more sense than people do?
When will I understand that it's not bad to occasionally let your guard down?
When will I understand who it is that I really am?
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This is an interesting poem to me because the title holds much significance. It is called "Unwell" because at the time of writing this, I was going through a hard time of letting someone I could never be with, go and moving on from them. They were pretty much the idea behind this poem; letting them go left me feeling, that is to say, unwell. I also had Matchbox 20's song "Unwell" in my head at the time of writing this, so it seemed to really suit it as a title. Comments or feedback? :)