I walk among many people, yet i am still alone.
I smile and laugh, but it is not my true face.
Even when surrounded by friendly faces, i am still alone.
Not a soul knows of the monster that is lurking inside.
The anger that boils within me
The hurt, the regret.
I want it to stop.
Please make it stop
I keep moving forward to be pushed back
This disease that infects my mind and soul
The imbalance of chemicals
I scream
I shout
I plead for something to end the pain
And yet, i am still alone.
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chamomile and sunshine
Poetryuh just some attempt at writing poems idk i thought id give poetry a try