I'm fine.I've said it and will continue to say it 'till the day I die.A phrase said for years,but usually meaning a lie.What is fine?A settlement for how could something could be?Or a false testimony for the way that I'm feeling?The truth behind the matter is I'm not fine.I can't remember when I actually felt fine,I go on and on just trying to get through each and everyday.I'm not physically wounded,I'm not dying,I'm just suffering from a mental illness.I can't help but look at myself like I'm a pile of dirt.So many people have it worst then I do.So they do,so why am I complaining?I act like I'm completely fine,but deep inside I broken and crying.
Really my past is just a little shaky.That doesn't mean I'm crazy,does it?I just want to think of myself as a normal girl,not someone from a different world.It can't just work at the clap of hands.This past few weeks have been hard,sometimes I just want to run.I know it wouldn't solve my problems,but at least I could start fresh.But I can't help but even fear of breaking down in public,one day I know I'm going crack.
People are always saying Carpe Diem,basically saying seize the day.I'm struggling to see myself even last 'till I'm 18.Whatever this battle is,it keeps getting worst.And it's taking me down.I bet everyone with a real problem looks at me and think what a clown.This thing is killing me,slowly killing me inside.It's like a hidden disease.I pray to God begging him for so long.I know this is just part of the test of life,I hope I pass.Lately I've been up all night using the classroom as a resting place.
One day this will all blow over and my life will soon be fine.But until then I'll continue to tell the daily lie...I'm Fine.
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The Words Of A Poet
PoetryGroup of poems combined together...not much to it,other than you'll have to read it for yourself. **Will be edited all the time**
