Self depreciating poems about a real girl with emotional problems.

Stainless steel

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I look back behind me
And there's nothing to worry.
My friends are all sleeping, nothing is creepy.
Everything is great.
I start hearing a voice, it gives me no choice,
I must be crazy.

"ʇnoqɐ 'u punoɹ ǝq ll'I uoos ʇnq 'ʍou ɹoɟ ʎɐʍɐ oƃ ll'I
˙ʇno puᴉɟ llɐ ll'ʎǝɥʇ ɹo ssǝluᴉɐʇs sᴉ ʇᴉ ǝɹns ǝʞɐW
˙ǝɯ ɹoɟ ƃuᴉʇᴉɐʍ 'ʇuᴉod dɹɐɥs ɐ sᴉ ǝɹǝɥ┴
˙ǝǝs uɐɔ ǝuo ou ǝɹǝɥʍ 'ɯooɹɥʇɐq ǝɥʇ oʇ oפ"

I hear these weird words, but can't make them out.
But I'm suddenly feeling with self doubt.
I don't want to laugh, I just want to cry.
Just cry myself to sleep, at my friends feet,
And to to make him go away.

".spuɐɥ ɹnoʎ uᴉ ǝɹ'ʎǝɥʇ 'spɹoʍ ʎɯ ǝʞɐʇ ǝsɐǝld oS
'ǝlqqnɹ ǝq plnoʍ I 'ssǝuʞɐǝʍ ɹnoʎ ɹoɟ ʇou ɟI
˙ǝɯ ɟo pᴉɐɹɟɐ ǝq oʇ noʎ pǝǝu I
˙pǝǝu I ʇɐɥʍ s'ʇɐɥʇ ʇnq 'pǝᴉɹɹoʍ ǝɹ'noʎ ʇɐɥʇ ǝǝs I"

Maybe I'll sleep, if I start counting sheep, and maybe it'll calm me. I feel like I want to die, but not tonight, my friends will be dissatisfied.

".ǝpɐlq sᴉɥʇ ʇno ƃuᴉʎɹʇ ʎq ʇsnɾ 'ƃuᴉʎɹɔ puɐ sɹɐɔ lɐɹǝunɟ ǝɥʇ ʇnoɥʇᴉʍ 'ƃuᴉʎp ɟo lǝǝɟ ǝɥʇ ʇǝƃ no⅄ ˙ɯɹɐ ɹnoʎ ʇno ƃuᴉpǝǝlq ʎq ʇsnſ
ǝɔɐǝԀ uI ƃuᴉʇsǝɹ ʇno ɥʇᴉʍ ɟǝᴉlǝɹ ʇǝƃ uɐɔ noʎ ʇnq"

I just thought of a query, for all my feelings, how do you think about red? They all responded well, and my journey will tell, that night did not go so swell.

-Mythical_Author