I am being held hostage
sometimes everyday
maybe every other month
my mouth is being held shut
words aren't being said
because of the fear of being called a liar
seeking for attention
even though that's the opposite of what I want
my eyes are red
you assume i'm high
but really my tears have kept me up all night
put on a smile
say you're fine
and no one will assume otherwise
YOU ARE READING
looking for a reason
Poetrythis book is a collection of poems I've been working on. some talk about love and hope while others discuss depression and anxiety. they go through my struggles over the years and I hope I can help some people when they read this by letting them kno...
