False fronts surround me.
Judgements cloud my mind
to only remind me,
that even my own family,
they only see one side of me.
Saving secrets is the best thing I do,
putting on a false mask is the best one I do.
Never know how to communicate,
don't know which words to speak,
which lines to say.
It's not my fault I try
my best but I leave everything
unsaid.
The only way I know how to converse
is to write down my thoughts in this journal.
I'm tired of staying silent.
I want a break from this shell
I'm trapped
in.
But, I'm never one
to ask for help.
--(Please note the original poem ends here I'm not sure if I will be adding on to this)--
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Author's note - I really don't think I'm continuing this one since I do believe its one of my rare finished poems. This was written when I wanna say 15/16 mainly about my depression and how I act like I'm fine and like how I was behaving the way they kinda wanted me to. I still struggle with this tbh like acting myself and not people pleasing or putting up a front to everyone but one day I won't do this and will be my genuine self. :)
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My teenage poetry
PoetryHello this is just a collection of poems I found mostly written by my teenage self (some were written later) and please note I was in a horrible mindset when I wrote these along with being emotionally fueled. A lot of these are not finished perhaps...
