How many days have I been like this, but nobody's ever seen?
How many hours have I cried, with nightmares instead of dreams?
How many bricks have I had to use, to build up this wall?
How many years have I tried to be strong, never letting them see when I fall?
"Things will get better," you'll always here, but it's easier said then done.
Because for some reason, every battle I've fought, my opponent has always won.
I didn't think I was good enough, that maybe, they were right.
But then there was a voice in the back of my mind, telling me to get up and fight.
So I did what this voice was telling me to do, I fought, but not with my fists.
I stood up and I smiled and I chanted and preached, one I've written quite similar to this.
My fists were furry, wanting to break bone.
But that is one thing, I tried to never show.
Because though it took me quite a while to learn, I will go ahead and tell you.
Don't ever show them you're worried or upset, because that'll make them scared of you.
They control you by having this thing called fear over your head.
But that's the moment when it's most important to show you will not fret.
I'm sharing these words, and I hope they will help if you're going through something tough.
For these are the words that showed me the light, when I was contemplating giving up.
-Catie Rose
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PoesíaThis is my poetry. All of these are based on my life and they are all true. Some dark. Including self harming, eating disorders, suicide, etc. But there are some inspiring poems in here too. I hope you like them. Remember to vote and follow me!; P <...
