"you're only fourteen you don't know what depression is"
maybe not,
but if that were true
why am i feeling like this?
like i'm not enough,
like there's no one i can trust.
if i tell someone,
it only gives them room to judge.
everything i do,
everything i say.
the way i walk,
the way i talk.
they didn't like me anyway,
but that's okay.
it's usual,
it happens
almost everyday.
i say i'm antisocial,
because i'm not good at talking to people
about opinions or feelings i have
or anything that's "normal"
i'm not okay.
even days i have a smile on my face.
most likely it is fake.
but sometimes,
there will be a good day.
and those are the rare, precious times
that i forget about the pain.
A.S
