January 7th, 2019
I grew up in a Dollhouse
That I left behind
I’m too old to play games
And there is no rewind
I can’t go home
Because all of it was fake
And just because I’m not porcelain
Doesn’t mean that I don’t break
They can’t fix me in a workshop
Because I’m no longer a Doll
And no matter what they tell me
One pill can’t cure it all
March 13th, 2018
I write to chase my demons away
But they always find a place to stay
A vessel that I never would have thought
Holds the misery that I wished I forgot
The feelings never seem to end
I just find new ways to play pretend
I fake being happy so nobody knows
I put on my smile and put on a show
These things, they always start to pile
All I can do is embrace the denial
These pills are here to help me conceal
I don’t know if anything is real
All I know is I feel so weak
But my mind still finds its way to speak
I just can’t let these feelings go
So I put on my smile and I start the show
Note: I was initially hesitant about posting this poem because I wrote this during one of my hardest struggles with depression. I am so thankful to have poetry as a healthy outlet for expressing my emotions, as I don’t know how else I could make sense of these unbearable feelings. If anyone ever needs someone to talk to about their own struggles, I am always open for discussion!
June 8th, 2017
I’m trapped in anxiety
Wrapped in it’s allure
I want to be saved
But I don’t need your cure
I’m falling to pieces
My adhesive won’t hold
All my cards are laid out
And you want me to fold
The whole world is spinning
I plant my feet to the ground
I look around for help
But you’re nowhere to be found
Why do you do this to me
You know who I am
But I’ll sit by myself
And take my citalopram
Doll Poetry 