If I could change everything I would.
I hide the pain and sadness.
I put the mask on everyday.
I've built walls but the cracks are showing through.
So many regrets. So many feelings.
I've been hurt too many times.
But I am a survivor.
That's what I thought.
Now these walls are coming down.
Exposed and broken.
I will survive.
In the beginning I told them.
I told them who I was.
No one liked it.
So I gave up.
Gave into society's judgement.
I hate the way I look so I hide my face.
Until you came along.
I didn't mean to lie.
To hurt you, but I did.
I can't change that but I wish.
I am not strong. I am weak.
I give into my demons.
And the voices
I was scared.
I made the wrong decisions.
I'm sorry.
I'll say it a thousand times.
Over and over again until you believe me.
YOU ARE READING
Poems
PoetryPoems based on depression. Sometimes based on my emotions. And current events. But generally they aren't.
