i blinded my eyes so i couldn't see,
how smart these new people around me,
being close as a friend to me,
but maybe backstabbing me?
i missed all of my old friends- my family,
I missed their kindness without vanity,
these new faces filled my heart with sad toxicity & veracity,
take me out of this rackety agony!
my hidden depression became clinical depression,
i never told anyone of my situation,
everyday passed by a blur without transgression,
pain, loneliness, & sadness mixed in a sweet suppression.
now understanding how others felt when i strive to be great,
this grade 11 incident is a medicine to my old trait,
but i didn't expect that these people could be so deceptive- await!
who is fake? who is true to me? how do you differentiate?
i chose to be alone instead, around these new faces,
trauma added to my hysteria that year 11- oh grace!
brain stopped functioning- all memories erasing,
maybe i was wrong- did the bullying really happen as i am retracing?
"maybe it was just a depression episode happening"
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Misty Sea | Poems
De TodoAnother tear fell from her eyes and it joined the trillion tears in the sea. Then, she jumped into the sea. Under the sea, she tried to find and catch her old tears but it wasn't found. Suddenly, she realized that she was already in a pool of tears...
