I see through to the other side.
Pain and sorrow, but at least there's pride.
No one expects me to be anything I'm not, but the thing I am is not enough.
No matter how loud I am it doesn't get better.
I always remember the box and I can't break through.
Even when I forget I remember again.
I feel like a zoo animal stuck in a cage, I can see out but I can't escape.
I can never break the glass no matter how I change.
No one loves me for who I truly am not even me.
There's a hole inside me I can't fill.
No matter how many pills and prescriptions I take, I feel better and then I remember the box that keeps me hidden.
I'm broken and I always will be because it's a problem inside of me that can't be fixed by society.
I'm an object.
A forgotten character standing in the dark.
And my heart is falling apart.
And the worse part is I can't make it stop cause I don't have the guts.
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It's a Sometimes thing
PuisiA collection of poems I've written that span over many years. They are pretty depressive so please read with caution.
