The tears cascading down my cheeks
My mind circles around for weeks
The other me’s don’t dare to speak
And in my dam, everywhere has leaks.
My pallor screams that I must be meek
My alter ego says I’m just a freak
Your sex is either dead or sleek
While I’m crying in my bed for weeks.
Poet's Note:- Please, if you decide to rate and review, please, be gentle. This poem contains the deepest, strongest emotions I've ever felt, from a time when I was deep in depression. And althuogh no one who's read it agrees, I think it's the best thing I've ever written.
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