If I were to run away
The past would soon not matter
Still things wouldn't be okay
I would hear the scorn, the chatter
If I were to find an out
To lose my thoughts in my head
Forget my over-swelling doubt
But my thoughts then would never be said
Like a trap
This life goes on
I follow the map
But still fall for a con
I never snap
But internally... gone
If I am to stay
Then I'll feel alone
I'll fight my thoughts every day
Only to be turned to stone
If I speak
I am misunderstood
Then I'm too weak
I would try harder if I could
Like a trap
This life goes on
I follow the map
But still fall for a con
I never snap
But mentally... gone
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This Is The Sad Part
PoetryA selection of poems I've written that represents my experience with depression, anxiety, and other mental health issues.
