She is depressed
even if she may be happy
depression creeps its way into her bed
like a bed'n breakfast that never dies
Her depression is like a welcome post to a new town
but the population is only 2
one is her anxiety
and the other insecurity
they all live inside her like a broken city
something so ancient but love can revive.
She is light
something that glows radiate when her eyes bounce to you but they don't see you anymore
light does not fight for she wins the crowd
her heart is big and her smiles are so bright
even with the orb of glow
she can't keep the monsters away at night.
She is different
how come a human like her
doesn't breathe the same
write the same
like any other individual
because different takes a toll on what she does and wears
as if a mother instinct has taken over
and she isn't herself anymore
nothing like anyone else
She is me.
She is a mirror image of what death bets on.
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I found a voice within me
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cat
YOU ARE READING
some anti social girl
PoetryOh wow, something about myself. Am I a deep person? Yes. I write in ways no one will ever understand. These are my poems. The way I express myself. Through the words of depression and sadness. Hell I'd turn back now. Or just stay. Read my life story...
