We All Carry Fear

Everyone sees what you present
And most don’t care to see deeper -
To see the depression and the anxiety
That plagues everyday....

They only say,
               “Talk about mental health!”
In the aftermath of the tears,
In the aftermath of the blood.

Kids carry the issues without question,
Just like they carry backpacks,
The expensive bulletproof ones,
I guess.

We all fake it -
Fake being okay or whatever.
We’re all ready,
Ready for a return,
Ready for a repeat,
Ready for the end,
Ready for the last one.

Some kids carry backpacks,
Others carry guns,

We all carry fear.

This poem is about: 
My community
My country


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