Thoughts are filling in my head,
but I do not let the first tear shed,
For I am stronger than they may see.
They will not get a hold on me.
These dimly lit halls make my headache,
PreAP Global makes my hands shake,
The path that I must walk to be me
seems to be more of a spree,
yet I stay running and building stamina,
because I must be in the center frame for all the cameras.
For I am stronger than they may see.
They will not get a hold on me.
It has disintegrated my health:
mental and physical as the same,
but when I get older I may have wealth,
so who’s the one to take the blame?
For my education has turned into a grotesque social experiment,
nevertheless I still practice merriment.
The pressure is pushing down on me.
It’s killing me; can you not see?
I stay strong and keep pushing through,
but I am seen as the color blue.
It always has to be a climb,
so I close my eyes and think of better times,
For I am stronger than they may see.
They will not get a hold on me.
It's becoming too much,
I need to get a clutch.
This is my education; not a competition.
I’m pressured into being a physician,
but when I get older I want counsel people like me.
It's a shame the scars are the only thing they see.
I’m deteriorating in front of you,
I do not know how to undo,
For I am not as strong as I thought I may be.
They seem to have a hold on me.
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Despair
PoetryA series of poems. Readers be aware: there will be powerful imagery and possible triggers for people with mental illnesses or who have dealt with self harm and possibly abuse. Please be careful. XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX I'll try to post a short...
