It's clear I'm in pain...
I'm not cheerful....
I don't smile...
It's clear I don't smile...
But you wonder why?
At first I felt just a little upset...
Then it got worse with my surroundings attacking me...
And you helped it...
Yet I'm to blame...
It hurt me a lot....
Obviously you don't care...
I tell you the truth....
And the truth is....
You can't help me...
No one can help me...
Why can't you see?
Why?
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Poetry of the Disturbed
PoetryTeenage Anxiety... Teenage Depression... But what happens when its a male... What happens he can't admit it... Because of his gender... The worst thing of it all... He's diagnosed with Schizoeffective disorder... The feelings are just...
