Momma,
My anxiety has gotten worse.
She sighs and throws down her book,
Fed up of me "whining for attention" with my mental health.
Guess we'll just have to up the dosage.
I'll book an appointment.
Maybe this is why I'm so anxious.
Nowhere I go is safe,
There's only two places.
My little area (of which three people know, and only one has been there other than me)
And the arms of the one I love most.
My medication was a way to pretend I was perfect.
Keep taking them!! They'd always tell me.
You have to keep taking them!
But at this point,
I don't take them for me.
I don't take them to help.
I take them because I'm scared of how my parents will react if I don't.
-Will my death keep up your perfect family image? Or will you block me out? I'll be the one forgotten child.
-Mel🖤
YOU ARE READING
Shades of the heart
PoetryThis is my second poem book. The first one started off with really bad poems but got gradually better, but by then people hated my poems and deleted the book from their library, lol. The first book is called shades of the mind.
