Maybe I'm not supposed to feel happy.
Maybe that's why it always becomes worse when I think i finally am.
How can I have two different people and two different minds
All living in the same body
One telling others that I'm happy
That when I grow up
I could be something special
That I would be something special
Whereas the other
Saying through physical actions
That I'm actually not
That I'm a fuckup
That my dreams won't come true
Two minds.
One thinking this is a test
Saying I can stay strong
Saying life's worth living
Saying beautiful lies
While the other
Says I'm not perfect
That everybody hates me
That I'd be better off dead
Telling me the ugly truth.
Who am I?
What do I really feel?
Guess I'll find out soon.
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Empty Words
PoetryFormerly known as Depression. This is about depression. Well. That and the insecurites, issues and thoughts about it. I assure you all of these are my own personal experiences and not stolen. Some of them are just scenes that flash in my head occas...
