Looking in the mirror everyday
But why are the flaws all I see?
Constantly feel like I'm locked in the doorway
Oh, what I'd do to be free.
Am I allowed to cry, to sigh?
Will that make me weak, will I let me speak?
Why am I the one that should light the way?
But what if I get lost? What should I say?
That voice in my heads getting louder everyday
And I don't feel like it'll ever go away
That voice in my head that's stuck to my core
Always saying that I could do a little more.
Oh, and if for a while the voice would disappear
Could I finally smile, would the journey ahead be clear?
And if it went away,
Would I still have to lie that I'm okay?
That I'm okay...
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I'm Okay...
PoetryThe stress, anxiety, and societal pressure that comes along with being a teenager is not easy... But maybe we aren't alone...
