I scream, do you hear me?
What spell had cast on me?
Nods no to yes and yes to no
Unaware of what to know
Be Bold, Hold on and voice
I whisper,
to the boastful inner loser.
I choke, do you see me?
What therapy is potent on me?
Slur and stutter routines had always retained.
Bruised throat, tightened heart and
breathless nostrils.
Yet, I'm strong
I lie,
While hunting for courage in a silent cry
I shatter, do you see me?
What tranquillity would be worthy of me?
Thoughts scattered and speech shut
of a weak gut.
I shattered yesterday and today but not
tomorrow.
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CAPTION:
• Anxiety/ Depression
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Is it my fault to feel a certain way out of my
choice? my reasons are unknown for an
explanation.
I wake up exhausted from being pretentiously
strong when I am only constantly terrified of
the thought of being judged.
I'm quiet when I think my voice should be
heard but opt to hold back for the pity
slouching soul that sucks in all the confidence
every millisecond of my life. Furthermore, I
can look pleased from the outside when I'm
crushed and fall into pieces within.
Speech and people are a unique kind of fear,
like an innate disease that has no cure.
I'm like an incomplete jigsaw, all my pieces
are scattered, yet to be put together. Once the
game is over and the picture is ready for
display. I shall be proud of being once
Scattered
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Spoken
PoetryHey Readers, This is my first poetry compilation. I highly appreciate your feedback on my work, may it be critical or complimentary I would like to welcome your thoughts. I'm just a beginner, learning to master the art. so, I hope you would g0...
