15/3/2021
My reflection is no longer me it's a shell of what I want to be there's so much pressure to be successful, look the best and just be social to get some friends and be politically correct to think of everyone's feelings and be the best
But I can't do it this world has gotten harder I went from a happy kid who loves the woods to a sixteen year old who misses hugs, I miss the air I don't go outside I miss laugh of my Highschool friends the way we joked and the way they smiled.
I miss when there wasn't so much pressure to be someone I'm not when I could just knock over some cans with a rock.
Even though I know my problems I do nothing to fix it, I want friends but I always Jinx it, I joke about everything to hide my pain I try so hard But I push them all away then I sit in a dark room hating myself all day.
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Poetry of a foster kid
PoesíaThis is a collection of poetry I made from ages 15 to 17 it's about mental health and growing up the last few years in foster care it's a journey about maturing as a kid but also learning to grow and deal with my demons in the on going battle of eve...
