Auto- Biography Poem by Jessica Olague

Just in case you didn't know this about me...
I'll try to make this clear,
So we can find some understanding.
It's the moments I'm sad,
That I become weak.
Not the average weakness,
Most people would think.
No, sir, it's a sadness...
That sweeps you off your feet.
Months go on passing,
Losing the strength to eat.
And you swallow your words...
Because you're afraid to speak.
This is more than just sadness,
I tell you...
It's paralyzing.
Underestimating one's power,
With the emotion he brings.
And my heart's fighting a battle...
My soul wants to scream.
Trying to escape a nightmare,
It's terrifying.
Is there anyone out there?
Or am I in some kind of lucid dream?
All my life...
People everywhere look down at me.
And in the moments I choose to speak,
The truth is not as apparent as it seemed.

This is my auto-biography.