She's mad at herself but she won't tell you why,
Whenever she stares at herself she cries, "I'm ugly, I'm fat, I've got cuts to hide."
People just think that she doesn't want to try,
But she actually does, she's just lost hope inside.
"Oh she's not depressed she's just having a bad day,"
"She's looking for attention," are things you might say.
But does isolating yourself to a dark room at night,
Seem like a girl who wants to stay in the light?
Some nights she feels like there's no one around,
Where other nights voices in her head scream out loud.
She wakes up only to anticipate the night,
A night filled with demons she's not willing to fight.
So next time you call her "lazy," or "dramatic,"
Or use other hurtful sayings like, "you're such a fanatic,"
Remember that she may be smiling outside,
But that's just a mask, she's dying inside.
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Poetry of a Troubled Soul
PoetryBasically what the title says. I do talk about depression, anxiety, etc., but also talk about life. Please enjoy my poems!
