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Jun 2015
Cure me of this plague
That's snaking around my throat
It's been stalking me
Something you all can't see

Allow me to tiptoe
To avoid confrontation
Social humiliation

I could speak if I could only say the words
Cure me
Of the echoing dull in my heart
A dying buzz
But this plague has wrapped itself around my mouth
I can't talk but my thoughts are so loud
In my mind I am strong wearing a lovely crown
Then why is that nothing comes out
Not even a sound?

I'm stressed
Always trying to do my best
But it's hard when you're obsessed
With trying to be "perfect"
And you end up depressed
I don't just want attention this isn't a sign of distress
I'm really not trying to fret
But how when you're such a mess
Man, what the ****, there's a test?
This disease is suffocating my neck
It's tightening its grasp, I can feel it compress
Tell me the truth, do I look like a mess?
I try to look nice, so you wouldn't ever guess
This disease is terminal, it's called stress

I'm that girl everyone believes is quiet, but my heart and my mind is so loud it won't shut up

I would sing if I didn't care who heard
I lost my voice long ago
I don't fight my fears, I just go
The vines of struggle circling my feet
Threatening to tighten
Forever clutching
Me in its embrace

I hear my mom screaming to try harder
That if I really wanted to succeed
I'd try harder
That if I wanted something
Try harder
Is that an excuse ?
Try harder
Mom, how hard till I forget who I am?
Too late

I'm trying to breathe
Inhale
I need you
You say you know me
Maybe I don't want you to
The biggest lie, can't you see?
Because I don't even understand me
I hide behind poetry
Gasping, losing air
Oh wait, I almost forgot
To exhale

Cure me
Before It spreads
To you
I revised this poem
Lamb
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