What have we done to make life so twisted? Family turns on each other. You can not be yourself. You can not love who you love. Who made us like this?
We are made to hate ourselves. Too fat, too skinny, too short, too tall. We are never enough. Who decided unrealistic is normal? Why do we follow it?
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Poems and Short Stories Of The Depressed
PoetryJust some poems from a depressed soul trying to find an outlet. If you have any ideas you would like me to write about and I can try my best to deliver.
