My first poem
MY FIRST POEM
People who are not in the list bit perfect try to make others act perfect while they also pretend to be perfect, meanwhile they are the most flawed.
Some of us have a lot to be sober about but we mask it with anger just to stop the tears, even at that we still shed some tears just to help us stay put and sane.
Some have messed up past being backed up with messed up emotions; pain, sadness, hurt, it’s all expressed as one thing which is ANGER.
Some are at the jaws of depression and are sincerely fighting not to fall into it but no one cares or notices. Family fails to see it’s just them and their subconscious that fights this devouring thing that eats you up from the inside and makes you lose your subconscious.
Some really think it is easy to fight back just breaking down into tears in the middle of nothing, cause no one will ever truly understand what is going on not even the one you hold dearest. You tried to get help but help gets annoyed and gives up on you over and over and over an endless cycle.
Some wonder ’’I’m I the only one? , is something wrong with me?, why then is my case different?’’ others make the same mistake and get understood but mine always screams differently like I am not worthy of being understood. It’s always been so and I don’t see it changing anytime soon.
