Help me, I am trapped.
Just because I glow with joy and perfection, Does not mean that I Am a bright beautiful sunny day pleasureful.
However, that is my mask; What I hide is a dark pit Full of misery and madness Inside, I am a lot of things bad. Sad maybe depressed, afraid, what if I have anxiety?
Angry, what if it's worse? I'm losing my freaking my mind in this modern tech world; I want to see, actually see someone.
Please help me, I am trapped.
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Poems. Lots and Lots of Poems
PoetryThis is just a lot of original poems. Most of them are sad, though. Some are reflections on my mental health and worries, others are just stuff I came up with.
