Depression

Bending trees

Green grass

I see these things but don't take into account

how much they mean

to me

I make my way back home 

and see nothing but tears

they are mine.

I am a scared young girl.

I feel the wind whipping in from outside.

I shut the window with a slam!

I shoo away my cat that looks at me sadly as I lay on my bed

were I stay forevermore

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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