I want to cry.
I want to sob uncontrollably and
collapse onto the floor.
I want to show people the feelings that are trapped inside me.
But I can't.
I was taught to hide all.
Appear perfect.
Hide insecurities with victories and
talents that come from hard work.
But do those talents ever satisfy them?
No.
Why?
I don't really know.
YOU ARE READING
In The Mind of Depression
PoetryA "book" full of poems, from a depressed child. These poems are just sincere words and do not (and will not) always make sense, so I antecedently apologize.
