I'm cute, people say.
But is it cute to feel powerless,
To feel hopeless, to feel scared,
To feel lonely, to feel suicidal...?
Is it cute to feel embarrassed, and broken?
People say I'm cute because I'm shy.
But people don't know,
I'm not just shy.
I'm not just shy,
Because behind my timid smile,
There is so much and so little,
But nothing cute.
I will not be cute or beautiful
When you see me,
See the pain I hide,
The pain behind my smile,
I so desperately try to hide.
I will no longer be cute, pretty or beautiful,
When you see how much I feel like I want to die.
YOU ARE READING
I am SAD
Poetry"Learning I had Social Anxiety Disorder was hard and terrifying. Knowing I have depression too is killing me." __________________ Random stuff I write when no one is looking... I'm 20 and I have social anxiety disorder and depression...
