I used to say I don't care.
I used to believe it, too.
I could walk into a room
And head straight for my friends,
Without looking down,
Critiquing myself,
And searching for judging faces.
I want my freedom back.
Believe me, I do.
I might seem carefree,
But there are a hundred things going through my head
Things you wouldn't even think of thinking.
I used to love myself,
Used to embrace my unique personality,
My smarts.
Now I'm against it.
I'm against it all.
Now I can't help but think
That,
Despite all that,
I'm just not good enough.
So don't tell me
To be happy.
To stop being negative.
Stop telling me I wasn't like this last year.
Yes, I was.
I was just better at covering it up.
You say I don't seem like me;
Well, maybe it's because I'm not me.
Maybe it's because this monster I've become
Has stolen away the real me.
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Submerged Stories
PoetryLong story short, this is a book of stories about my life that I don't tell anyone else, expressed through the beautiful art of poetry. Poetry is my way of finding myself, and hopefully you as readers will be able to find yourself as well. TRIGGER W...