There's nothing wrong with me
I'll tell you that now
I'm perfectly fine
Without all of your sound
All your hate
Makes me sick
And confuses me
Because I didn't know
Someone could be so mean
Oh wait
I did
I deal with it everyday
And it's getting pretty tiring
People yell
And I'm trying to stop replying
I have my own issues
And problems I deal with
But all these names I'm being called
Are really making me feel sick
Kinda like the world in a way
Nobody seems to understand
Or want to at this point
While I'm just trying to fight
Fight the urge to yell
At the people
Who seem to not know how to shut it
I used to say
One day they'd regret it
But really
The only one regretting things
Is me
For trusting people who hurt me
And made me to the point where I could barley breathe
And made me not want to eat
And made me hate the mirror
And kept me up at night
No
I don't bring my depression on myself
And I don't bring on my anxiety
I got my depression from not being accepted
I got my anxiety from experience
So many people
Said so many things
I'm tired of listening to what they said
But it's hard to get out of my head
YOU ARE READING
Life.
PoetryThese are poems I wrote.. I was told I should share them even though I don't have any confidence in them..hang with me here.
