Dysthymia

Lost.

Trying to see the joy,
I want to brush the pain.
I want to be the boy,
With happiness in his vein.
Where do I go,
How do I start.
When will I know
To follow my heart.
I want to go places
But I’m stuck
Stuck like braces
And a sitting duck.
I need answers
I need to get up and move.
Just like dancers
Dancing to the groove.