A new poem of mine on "thoughts of an adolescent" that I hope u might find relatable :) :
"alone"
Surrounded by people,
Yet always alone
The girl people saw
The one they called,
“Sweet and cheerful”
Yet had a heart soaked with darkness
Filled to the brim with sadness
With death
With the stench of depression…
Yet each morning,
She woke
She woke and cleaned herself
So that no one would see
the ink stains melting through her shirt
Nor smell the acidity
Of a certain shadow
Called “Self-hatred”
And she smiled
And she wondered what was wrong
What was wrong with her
To have thoughts not reserved for children
Happy, privileged children like her
Children that lived in nice neighborhoods
With nice parents
With nice friends
So, I guess, she was the problem all along
Yet that nice neighborhood was a competitive one
Where grades were more important than lives
And everyone’s parents were strict
And selfish, and didn’t care for feelings
And her friends were just like her
Yet sometimes so ignorant of her heart, and selfish, too
But she couldn’t blame them,
For she knew that she was the only one that could see
What everyone’s heart looked like
And the standards she held herself to
Couldn’t measure the shortness of others
And so she felt like a drop of seawater
In a world of dry sandy desert
Lonely, evaporating
And salty with tears