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I'm at war with my own self Last night I almost lost the battle to mental health Been over 20yrs since I was sincere Cant even think of the last time I hugged my mama Brain clouded I allowed it to be flooded with drama Yet I keep my head up even when I'm fed up Never been accepted So I'm aggressive when it comes to demanding I be respected I got the heart of an angel, mind of a scholar, I move with honor...never did nothing strange for no amount of dollars Imagine feeling anguish that is not taking place in the physical Depression doesn't leave traces that can be picked up in a physical If my body seems fine the Dr wont ask; so I grin and bare and continue to wear my mask When honestly, I'm tired of being here Rolling with the motions every other new year No one to be concerned even when they've learned just how bad for peace my mind yearns. I need more loving and less judgement Got a little love left in me; could use more of it This season I'm a little overwhelmed by this inner grieving... Trying to stay a float; so this poem I wrote... To give myself something to believe in <333
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May 10, 2018
May 10, 2018 at 3:49 PM UTC
Depression
I'm at war with my own self Last night I almost lost the battle to mental health Been over 20yrs since I was sincere Cant even think of the last time I hugged my mama Brain clouded I allowed it to be flooded with drama Yet I keep my head up even when I'm fed up Never been accepted So I'm aggressive when it comes to demanding I be respected I got the heart of an angel, mind of a scholar, I move with honor...never did nothing strange for no amount of dollars Imagine feeling anguish that is not taking place in the physical Depression doesn't leave traces that can be picked up in a physical If my body seems fine the Dr wont ask; so I grin and bare and continue to wear my mask When honestly, I'm tired of being here Rolling with the motions every other new year No one to be concerned even when they've learned just how bad for peace my mind yearns. I need more loving and less judgement Got a little love left in me; could use more of it This season I'm a little overwhelmed by this inner grieving... Trying to stay a float; so this poem I wrote... To give myself something to believe in <333
It gets better right? It has to <3333
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May 10, 2018
May 10, 2018 at 3:49 PM UTC
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