Each morning I wake
Bid a cheerful hello to my demons
Brush my hair in a broken mirror
Bear my scars with pride
Smile at the people who stare at me
Wave at the ones who laugh
Congratulate myself on my mistakes
Dancing in the rain
I don't know where I'm going
I was stumbling through the dark
Now I'm skipping down this shadowed road
I'll get there either way
I know I'm doomed
But I'm sick of feeling this way
Living a nightmare
(A nightmare's just another kind of dream, right?)
So if I smile it will change.
Call me crazy
I don't mind
I feel better
Learning to live with myself
And I've got miles to go
And so many monsters to face
I'm not whole yet
But I'm on my way
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Scratching the Surface (Poems)
PoetryUPDATE: I wrote these when I was 13 and depressed all the time. I'm 18 now, and, fortunately, life's been going well! Unfortunately, these poems are fairly cringe, so read at your own risk. Just some poems that I write when I'm in the poetic mood...
