Poems I Write Yes This Is The Title Happy And Sad

Exaggerations in my head

Why must I cry for the silly little reasons I give.
Why must I be sad for something so small
Exaggerations I make and take to heart
Why must I torture myself every morning
Weak I say but at the same time I call myself strong for trying.
That counts right?
Exaggerations I make and take to heart.
Exaggerations they say.
Exaggerations or possibilities?
Which one?
You call it dramatic and drastic.
But it's still painful even if it's in your head.
You don't know the pain I bear the pain it gives.
Think you understand?
Think again.
Thinking and thinking only gives you pain.