2014
I cover my face to hide the shame,
Petrified of who I am
And afraid I'll never change.
I long for the day when I can wake
With a genuine smile upon my face,
Instead of one made of plastic
To appease those in need.
I find myself
Floating through life,
With a head always hanging low.
But do not underestimate my timidness;
I know where I wish to go.
I wish to be exiled
From these people and this place,
For I know it wouldn't matter
If I vanished without a trace.
I am not lost in the sense of my identity.
I know who I am and who I wish to be.
What I need is help;
I pray you give this to me.
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Cyanide Lakes
Poetry❝WE TURN OUR PAIN INTO BEAUTY AND HOPE OTHERS WILL RELATE.❞ Please read the introductory chapter for an extensive trigger-warning. This particular collection contains a wide variety of poems detailing thoughts of insecurity, depression, suicide, etc...
