No one understands, how could they?
They see me acting, pretending to be happy as a sunray
When I struggle to speak, they tell me to take my pills
I try so hard to hide this part of me they want to kill
If they saw, if they knew, they would know what I truly am
Not sweet, quiet, dulcet as a lamb,
But a raging war, fire burning in my chest,
Leaving me to fight for breath
Is this all that is to come from life?
I did not sign up for this, torment of eternal strife
And so I strive to look like them
To act like them,
To pretend that I'm not different
But at the end of the day, that's all I am
An actor, trying to survive another day
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Depressing Poetry
PoetryI found out that writing depressing poetry is actually like a really good coping mechanism??? Like I wrote a few when I was having a panic attack in class and it worked like wonders anyways here they are sorry for anything that like flows weird or...
