Depression
Is a dark roomFull of mirrors
And pointing fingersThat show my flaws
And tell the tale of meDepression
When you can't breathe or seeBut nothing's stopping you
From breathingAnd your eyes just see black
That runs through your mindAnxiety
When you walk in a roomAnd you feel like everyone
Is laughing or talking about youAnd makes you feel
Like you need to curl in a ball and dieAnxiety
When I do something wrongYou feel like you entered a courtroom
Eyes stare and whispers ring loudAnd 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!