Try and UnDeRStANd mE ....i promise im normal Poems

When things go wrong
What do we do?
Do we stumble and fall
Shed a tear or two?
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Siting on the edge,
Ready to give up
Tears are rolling down,
Thinking of my loved ones,
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Sometimes i cry out of no where
Tears just start rolling down
I try my best to keep it in
But no one ever taught me how
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Confused, hyper, addicted, procrastinate
Me, im just a girl, i only have two eyes,
Never been a small size,
I have just two ears
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The mask I wear for the whole world to see

The smile I told myself to paint on me
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DEPRESSION IS DYING SLOWY……..

IT’S UR HEART BEING STOMPED ON, TILL IT’S CRUSHED INTO A MILLION PIECES
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How do we use our freedom after it is granted to us? After it is gently placed in our hands? Do we make something out of it, or do we abuse it, because we feel that nobody can take it away? African Americans were strapped down into a world of anxiety and distress. They were ripped from their culture and their way of life, only to be known as three fifths of a person. I always wonder if African Americans ever lost hope out in the fields, singing their hymns, or if they ever thought that things would actually change. Well a day came where eyes were opened after being shut for so many years, a day called the Harlem Renaissance, where it was African Americans turn to shine. To be placed under a spotlight that was known to be shun at Caucasian faces only. The day colored people became free to express every thought that came to mind. They didn’t see a pile of dirt or trash when they looked in the mirror but they saw a human being, someone who could do great things, someone that was actually worth something. They left their shackles on the ground and ran to their promise land where the grass was greener on the other side, where the streets felt as though they were gold. They arrived in a time period that will never be forgotten, the Harlem Renaissance.
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Shattered into pieces on the ground

You run for tape or glue or something to make it through somehow
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Someone once told me they'd b there forever
But the days past by and forever was never
Theri face was a blur in the back of my mind
I knew how to handle this,
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I've done this for a while
After years a mask is formed
A Silent Tears runs down my cheek
I've dealt with this before
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