Fake No More Poem by Strydar Enox

Sometimes I wander, my mind through the dark.
Sometimes I falter; my mind falls apart.
Sometimes I fall, sometimes i flee.
Living life alone can become misery.
Depressing thoughts, ignorant talks.
The therapist knows best.
Late night walks, anxious thoughts.
The pacing helps me through.
Darker thoughts, longer walks.
The mood will shortly pass.
Feet pass, streets pass, sleep passed,
Exhaustion strikes next
Another day, another dream,
Its hard to be realistic, when pessimism is all I see.
Act like your happy; smile and wave.
Fake it till you make it, then fake you are no more.
Truly what we are taught to act I've grown to abhor.
I am not a fake being, and I will fake no more