I'm an anxiety driven teen fuck-up.
I let my fears drag me on a leash.
I make the wrong choices in every situation
And I can never really sleep.
My meals consist of nothing.
I feel overweight and unclean.
I feel mostly suicidal
But I can't kill myself
I'm afraid of the unseen.
I am a walking paradox.
Tired but won't sleep.
Hungry but won't eat.
I am the embodiment of stupid
But isn't that every teen?
I'm an anxiety driven teen fuck-up.
Just give up on me and leave.
Tear me up into pieces,
And run from the crime scene.
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Social Outcasts
PoetryWe are all judged and viewed in different ways. Stereotypical labels and rumours are all we care about. We all blame the society but seem to forget that we are the society. We are the one's who have been questioned by society, the one's who are soci...
