7:15 am, Thursday, 29th June
Every morning you stare at yourself with uncertainty shadowing
your judgements and doubt lingering within you –
every morning gives way to the same struggle that tears you apart
very slowly from the inside as you latch onto the terrible
words that they echo in regards to you.
You believe that you are all that they say you are,
and you fail to think otherwise.
You want to fall away from these pressures and find a getaway
that'll give you a sense of freedom within being yourself
but you know that there is no possibility for such in this small,
cruel world and perhaps that thought saddens you the most.
YOU ARE READING
dysphoria
Poetrysilent pleas from a heart that's been tainted blue, a mind that ripples in constant turmoil and a mouth that remains shut //
