Dead or Sleek

Dead or Sleek

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.