How I feel...


Flowing through my classes
walking down the halls
people start their laughing
so I look down as I walk
I pity classless filthy trash
That's just the way I feel
Sometimes I shatter like glass
and life just seems surreal
I really get tired of it all
as my head continues aching
go ahead and drop the ball
on my heart, as it's still breaking
I tried to be perfect
and make people proud
But never was it worth it
If my happiness drowned
to the deep ends
of lonely sadness island
when will this end
and my last tear will shed
I'm really done with crying

Poetry Slam: 


Additional Resources

Get AI Feedback on your poem

Interested in feedback on your poem? Try our AI Feedback tool.


If You Need Support

If you ever need help or support, we trust for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741