Trapped inside a bubble
It never pops I'm assuming
This gloomy day
Rains on my parade
Don't know how to act human
My anxiety is pissed
My depression is fuming
Trapped inside a bubble
It's dark murky and gloomy
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Hidden Pride
PoetryYears of depression bottled up and pour out. TW//: d*pression, su*cidal thoughts, self loathing, etc All poems are the authors original creation. Do not steal!
