The real me.
Where do I begin?
I'm quiet, lonely and a little angry. But I hide those feelings anyway.
I'm quite because everything I say is never heard. I'm lonely because everyone I love just ends up leaving in the end, and I'm angry because no one seems to stay or listen to me. But I hide those feelings any way.
I'm tired, depressed, and very stressed. But I hide those feelings anyway.
I'm tired because the school system decides when I sleep. I'm depressed because no one needs me. I'm stressed because everyone wants me to be perfect when I'm not. But I hide those feelings anyway.
I'm sad and crying.
I'm sad and crying because everyone I love stresses me out, makes me tired, makes me depressed, makes me angry, and makes me stay quiet; and in the end they leave anyway.
But I keep those feelings hidden.
YOU ARE READING
Stressed&Depressed
Non-FictionLife is stressful and depressing so why not complain about it. Welcome to my life, I hope you enjoy the ride.
