Depression
Is a dark room
Full of mirrors
And pointing fingers
That show my flaws
And tell the tale of me
Depression
When you can't breathe or see
But nothing's stopping you
From breathing
And your eyes just see black
That runs through your mind
Anxiety
When you walk in a room
And you feel like everyone
Is laughing or talking about you
And makes you feel
Like you need to curl in a ball and die
Anxiety
When I do something wrong
You feel like you entered a courtroom
Eyes stare and whispers ring loud
And your just shaking
And being judged
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The Dark Road Called Life: Poems
PoetryThese poems are how I feel in the moment. I know the first few absolutely suck, but the bottom ones would have to be the best in my opinion. I am open to criticisim and I hope you enjoyed your reading. Thank you! Bye!
