I often feel unimportant, alone and apathetic. Some days I doubt the voices that say this and fight them, knowing they are just beliefs. Other days I can not bear it, for I don’t know how to defeat them or live with them. During the worst days the only comfort I get is knowing I don’t have to continue surviving forever. But always, if stop for too long, I have this deep feeling something is very wrong. I often feel I have to put a mask on, a front, a smile. But deep down I am in pain and it is hiding the pain that makes me feel so very isolated.
In poems I found I could express my feelings and untangle my thoughts, in a way that I also found some beauty and comfort in.