I wrote this a while ago.
My eyes see letters dancing backwards
across whatever page they are printed on.
Oh I laugh instead of cry…
Maybe it’s a dumb idea but
Presents feels so bad.
Everybody is different inside,
I know.
But why do people like to hurt?
I never even stopped
to think about it.
I’m puzzled.
My view of life was almost
pathologically sunny,
I was my usual self.
Now I bite my tongue
to keep from crying.
Frustration.
Lies. They whisper them behind my back.
Confrontation?
Nope. They are weak.
You know how hard that is?
I think it’s time that
I prove them wrong.
Let me strip away
the lies before it gets too late.
Depression…
Please no. not again.
I’m looking at myself in
the broken mirror of my soul.
I need a compass.
It will keep me from getting lost,
And it will tell me the direction
I need to go.
But I ain’t going to give up
so easily.
Suddenly
inside myself
I found a
smile.
Inside.
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