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some days i wake up with a strange feeling
like a bundle of sad, angry, and empty all at once
everything becomes aggravating, nothing modivating
i feel lonelier on those days
because everybody makes me mad
everybody makes me sad
i find myself staring at my empty phone
no notifications, texts or calls
there never is
"it's not like i care anyway"
a creeping anger shoots in my head
i want it to stop
i want everything to stop
i want it to move somewhere i can't see.
nobody talks to me anymore
so they must not care
"not that i care, either"
but my anger is just a facade
i know i do care
i care too much
i care so much that i want to just block out everyone i know
i want to find a way to make them care too
but deep down i know i'll never gather up the courage
to ever make any change.
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'identity'- poetry
Poetry"perhaps it's impossible to wear an identity without becoming what you pretend to be" a poem book exploring struggles with identity, emotions, and finding a place where you belong (a few of these poems are from my other poem book "inside me".)
