Poems by a Stressed Out Teenager

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You have to accept that some people are not made for deep conversations or for holding you together when your about to fall apart; for keeping you from unzipping your skin or for talking you out of suicide or to love you through the worst moments of your life. Some people are made for shallow exchanges and ridiculous banter and nothing more. And that's okay. That doesn't make them horrible people because they simply aren't able to handle a storm like you. It doesn't make you a bad person because you want to divulge all the gritty details of your horror show. It makes you smart. You have to accept that there will be people that cannot give you what you need. It doesn't mean they are not worth keeping in your life. You just have to figure out who these ones are before your disappointed. And you have to keep them arms length. You cannot expect everyone in your life to understand, to be non-judgmental, to get it. But that's okay because not everyone was made to impart wisdom or spit out poetry or speak on politics and the depravity of society or discuss how crucial it is that the stigma of mental illness be abolished. There are times when you have to get away from all that heaviness. You have to. So don't go around cutting people off and dropping your friends. You need people for all your seasons. You need people or you won't survive this.