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All alone in this crowded room.
My eyes meet one...another.
They do not see me for what I am.
They see a smile on my face;
The lies that I'm holding, in order to keep myself together.
They do not know the pain I feel.
Their smile is real.
So I am alone in the crowded room;
Waiting for someone to see through;
To save me from myself, from the loneliness...
That has overcome me;
Controlling me.
I am a slave to this feeling;
Waiting for something better,
Suffering in myself,
Needing a savior.
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Wandering Words of a Perpetually Depressed Teenager
Poetry"What you must understand about me is that I'm a deeply unhappy person" ~John Green I've struggled for the better half of my life with depression and social anxiety disorder. I wish I could go back. Back to primary school when feelings just consiste...
