Who are we to decide who we are. The words and actions of those who oppose me have made a new person. A slight doubt wonders throughout my head. The growing tension that is between happiness and loneliness I am fear. Fear of being accepted fear of leading those who want to follow. Fear of love and all that comes with it. The baggage. The emotional strain. The slightly darker lids that pertrude from the face. The depression that I allow to enter my body. I let the darkness is too much to bear. I still smile. I learn what makes me happy and find out that I cannot have it. I find out the hard way. I crumble at the sound of happiness wondering where mine is? The pictures that i see send me to another demension. It puts a smile on my face. I still smile even though its tangibilty has left my hands. I stil smile. This is a poem about me. And the smiles that set the way.
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