I am a selfish girl.
I talk about myself to everyone.
I want to help myself.
I want to focus on me.
But
I am looking for someone to listen.
To listen and understand.
But they won't understand.
How could they possibly understand.
But I keep trying anyhow.
In any way I can.
But
Deep down I know
How selfish I really am.
These are going to be short but basically they're just poems about well depression, anxiety, and everything else. I know this might be sad but I think writing is a good way to get out your feelings so I'm glad I'm doing this. Thanks for reading my very short chapter. I hope you enjoyed this is some way.
~SharkGirl997
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Depression, Anxiety, and Everything Else
Poetry"Yeah. She's smiling. But don't let that fool you. Look into her eyes. She's breaking inside" ~Unknown
