why do i get drowsy
when i need to show ecstasy
why do i feel awkward
my bubble is still intact
nothing destroyed my heart
could i blame it on stress?
could i blame it on lack of efficiency?
life goes up and up
how do i share the blame
if the one to blame
might not be the reason to blame
sadness wells in me
for no reason at all
sometimes hiding
is better than none
if i had a button
that made me invisible
in some moments
how that button would be useful!
you see me
smiling
looking towards the clouds
staying positive
all while assumingly having zero problems
look at me again
my brain locked my feelings
it is the prison for problems
yes, i am mainly happy
yes, i spread positivity
and yes, i see clouds
even when there are none
so why do i feel sad?
why do i feel hollow?
why do i feel small?
why do i even bother?
i ask these questions
during the times
the depression
and stress makes an appearance
why do i feel this way sometimes?
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Stillettos of Life
PuisiA riveting, gut-wrenching poetry book about my life. I won't go in depth about what the poems in this book are truly about, as I can hope that you either can figure it out for yourself or just move on as if you knew these poem's meanings all along...
