I told you my problems.
For the first time in so long, I let my demons be seen.
It was dangerous to trust so fast,
But like the fool I am, I did.
Now here I am again, praying for some kind of retribution.
You told me you understood, I knew you couldn't but I really hoped you did.
Your eyes gave you away the day I bared my soul to you.
You were judging me, in your eyes, I was just a kid.
I shook it off and dismissed it, "you couldn't be so bad."
The signs were there but I missed it and now I'm sad as hell and mad.
It wasn't there, the connection I sought but like a blind fool, I chased it.
Now here we are again, you're the victim and I'm the problem kid.
I'd changed a lot and done so much, just to get your approval.
Now I wish that all along, I'd done it all for me.
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Monsters Among Us
Short StoryThe mental health journey is like an endless labyrinth. While you're in its belly, the possibility of escape feels impossible. There could be monsters lurking at each turn, booby traps set for unfortunate souls, and, lastly, there is darkness. But...
