Springs

I'm jealous of the springs.

The ones that jump back, even if they're being compressed and crushed.

If I could do that, maybe I could love myself like that.

I could help people and bring them happiness and take care of them.

But my spring is a little broken, the coils have been twisted, though yes, I get back up but my stance is trembling I shake I tumble I break down.

But it does it's best, to get back up.

So i'll keep going.