You look at me with hate and anger, annoyed with my antics. But what you don't realize is that I'm twice as angry at myself for what happened. I'm annoyed that I can't control myself. That I can't stop my movements or words. How would you feel if you couldn't control your own mouth. If you called people terrible things? So don't give me that look, because I promise you I hate myself so much more than anyone else ever could ever hate me.
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Drowning
PoetryStruggling with disorders, can feel like your drowning. Like no one understands that you cant handle it sometimes. Not everyone can swim, not everyone can fight a mental disorder on their own. Everyone struggles. You are not alone in you're fight...
