I feel sad, mad,
annoyed, useless, hurt,
terrible, tired, and
most of all,
confused.
I can't stand this.
I ask myself,
Why me?
more often than not.
I feel guilty, worthless,
dumb, needy.
All of this is in my head.
I battle this everyday.
I have grown to be more
agitated around people.
I can't live this way
anymore.
I can't tell this to anyone.
YOU ARE READING
The Girl Behind the Mask
RandomThis is my first book. All of these poems are real to me. Please comment if you like it, but no hate please. Enjoy!!!