You want to help me
But there is nothing to help the fretting
'God forbid you admit it'
I just call it 'broken'
There is no fast glue
To put your world together
No matter how hard you try
Sometimes you dont know why
Fears are back in your head
Depression its a regression
Attacks active minds it seems
You sit in a corner
And hope no one sees
Stand tall and smile
While your dead inside
It eats away your esteem
“You all know what I mean”
Show them all
Stand tall
Your ONLY depressed it seems.
I hope not Alison i hope you are as happy as life in a bowl of cherries AJS
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Its a New Year, Alison, and its going to be a Year of great prosperity & good feeling! And if that doesen't work(if this poem has anything to do with you, that is) WRITE AN A C R O S T I C! FJR