Please Don't Pity Me

365 Days A Year

All In Which I Have To Bear

Of Course You Don't Care

For You Are The Reason Of This Fear.

 

You're One Of The Ways To My Success,

Even Though You Leave Me In A Mess.

Nevertheless,

Sometimes I See Lots Of Progress.

 

They All Tell Me To Chill,

And Even Offer A Pill.

No, That'll Just Make Me Feel More Ill,

And I Don't Want To Write A Will.

 

You Will Always Be The Pain,

Before I Can Get A Gain.

Whether I'm Under The Rain,

Or Soaring In An Airplane.

 

Although I'd Rather Dress,

To Show It Less.

Would You Like To Guess,

Or Should I Just Confess?

 

I Just Want A Caress,

From All This Stress.

This poem is about: 
Me

Comments

Need to talk?

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