A Chat With Negativity

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I'm here but not here mentally

My zoning out is constant, see

I'm stuck inside

What I define

As "dark mentality"


Anxiety's depravity

Has got it's nasty grip

Every time I have a certain thought

I start to slip


My thoughts are very jumbled

My head, it starts to muddle

Till out of foggy darkness steps

A figure very subtle


He looks at me amused

He says he has no name

He tells me that he'll stick around

To watch me fall to shame


And as I try to put my gloomy thoughts

Upon the shelf

He grins at me real wide

And starts to introduce himself


"I come from all your pain and fear

That's how I manifest

Teen selfishness and ignorance

Help more than all the rest

You're searching and I find you

I've appeared to bind you

And keep you locked forever

Behind cynicism doors"


As I watch the ball of horrid hate

In front of me

I come up with a name for him:

"Negativity"


I call him this, he laughs at me,

It's not a big surprise

I gather what courage I can

And look him in the eyes


"Yes, I'm pessimistic too

I have my share of moments

But I still pick myself back up

I need to keep on going

You may capture others

But you'll never capture me

I'm stronger than I even think

I will not turn or flee"


He seems to be in shock

I think I may have angered him

But then he's gone and so dissolves

The darkness cold and grim


I sit and watch the world around me

All come rushing back

I'm sitting in a lecture

My teacher's teaching class


I feel relieved but not for long

I realize bitterly

That in my head is probably

The hardest place to be


These thoughts are still all circling

As I turn off the light

And lay down underneath the covers

Tucked in nice and tight


It's all an endless cycle

The edges creeping in

Before I can remind myself

That I'm okay again


I understand it's not just me

That has these episodes

Every single person carries

Their own type of load


Maybe that's just how it is

And forevermore will be

Or perhaps it is to be the downfall

Of our 'dear' society

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