It's not a scheme,
It's not a ruse,
It isn't something just to confuse,
It's real,
It's there
In front of your eyes.
It stupid how you don't seem to even realize.
I don't want attention,
Nor do I want anyone's pity,
I don't want to feel small,
But I feel itty bitty,
Whenever I'm out and about,
I'm quite scared,
And I really wish that somebody cared.
I'm not faking,
I swear that I'm not,
I'm just trying to survive with all that I've got.
Author notes
My parents think I'm faking my social anxiety and depression. I'm not, so basically my life is pure hell right now.
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oh. my. god.
I know EXACTLY how you feel! My parents thought I was faking my depression too and it took a couple suiicide attempts for them to actually realize it. This poem like, sums up my life. Great job. Things will get better, I promise. You should try talking to one of the counselors at your school and they could set you up with someone to talk to or something. I wish you the best.
Thanks for entering my contest.
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