How many chains to break
How many smiles to fake
Never anticipate
The time that it might take
To finally
Be fine
To maybe get my mind
To heal
For my heart
To beat
So I can feel
The ache
I might decide to not forget today
Might not let these feelings float away
My face might not show "Okay"
Like that's what I'm supposed to say
That I'm fine
Everything with my mind
Is chill
My heart's
Not there
So I don't feel
The ache
Tears fall faster than you think
The world seems further when you blink
Diluted dreams are what I drink
Then let my pain go down the sink
They think I'm fine
Nothing in my mind's
Revealed
Thoughts in the dark concealed
So my heart won't feel
The ache
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Maybe I'm Just Getting Older
PoetryLove, anxiety, hope, fear, identity, and pain are all things that we experience while growing up. This is a collection of poetry from my personal experience being a teenager and some poems about books I have read. Feel free to critique my poetry or...
