They say I'm anxious and depressed, but I'm just me.
My brain works overtime, feeling like it needs to flee,
Only those are my legs running from the fear.
I try to be carefree, really though, I'm crappy.
People may say I'm bitchy and advise me to shut up,
and I can see why no one wants to be around me.
But I'm more of an absentee trying to find themselves.
Though, every time I do, my brain becomes a calamity.
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The Hard Truth
PoetryThis is a collection of "poems" that I have started writing about the situations or experiences that happen in my life. This collection might be personal to me, however, it radiates over such a larger and broader audience.
