The Girl Behind the Mask

Sadness

Being sad isn't like it used to be.

Young me would cry,

then be fine in 10 minutes.

I wish it was still that simple.

Sometimes my sadness doesn't last,

other times it overshadows me.

LIke dark clouds,

heavy with rain,

or in my case, tears.

The sadness robs all my energy.

All I want to do is sleep.

The worst part is,

IT'S MY FAULT.

Arguing with my mom 

hurts me.

I feel like a terrible person.

College is my escape.

To be closer to my mom,

I have to leave her.

To prevent the fighting.

When did I become such an unhappy person?