What Is Real

I have shut down.

My mind is protecting me from feeling to the fullest,

Tears would be slipping,.

I would be voiceless from screaming


Instead, I act like society taught me.

I smile and try to play everything off,

Work seems like my priority while I stare at the blank page

As my teacher talks, I pretend to understand


The reality is I’m falling.

Falling while trying the stitch myself together,

Before it’s too late

This poem is about: 
My community
My country
Our world


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