November 20th, 2018
There’s nothing new to write
I always feel the same way
I’m no different than my past
When I grew up in San Jose
I’m still the same person
I haven’t forgot
Ever since I was a child
I’ve been living a life that I’m not
I’m twenty-six years old
But in my heart I’m still sixteen
Facing the same problems
Like I’m stuck in a time machine
Will I ever grow?
Will I ever learn?
Or have I gone too far?
Am I at the point of no return?
November 9th, 2018
I’m angry
There’s nothing I can do
I’m helpless
I just need to pull through
I’m speechless
But the action took place
I’m oblivious
My reaction is all over my face
I’m unstable
And grasping for closure
I’m a mess
Who can’t find composure
I’m broken
But I know that I will heal
I can’t learn to grow
If I don’t let myself feel
November 4th, 2018
Everyday I wake up and look in the mirror
I smile and say I’m fine
But I know that’s not the truth
When I’m living a life that’s not mine
Some people know my story
Some say they’re thankful to meet someone like them
But when they see the real me
They walk away because they can’t comprehend
That I actually have a disease
My depression is not a trend
My anxiety is crippling
And I just needed a friend
But they take the first out that they get
Because friends come and go
And I can’t get too close
To someone who doesn’t know
Because I drop my walls
To those who don’t say goodbye
It’s hard to stop myself
When I don’t have to live my lie
But people don’t like the real me
They want the version I don’t know
So I will keep my distance
With a smile and a show
Note: I read a new poem this week. If you can’t tell, I was unpracticed and extremely nervous. However, this is the real me.
Doll Poetry 