Teen Crisis - Poem by APPHIA GARCIA
Lost in a world of my own
Trapped in a body that feels foreign, I have no control.
Emotions are ripping me apart
Battered and bruised inside yet smiles on the outside.
I seem so positive and sure acting like I know what I want
Young ones see me as an example of what they want.
In reality negativity overwhelms me, invades my privacy and messes up
my entire mentality.
I am in pain!
I say Apphia never lose but this battle is one I never expected.
I am fighting myself, Apphia wants to kill and get rid of Apphia but exactly which Apphia must win?
It's the lowest point in all my years of living.
How do I get out of this precipice?
Slowly I'm losing myself, I'm losing my purpose, losing my joy, I question my sanity because I feel I'm losing my mind too.
But I am afraid, afraid it just might be the start of losing my life.
I am screaming out and no one hears me, they can't grasp the intensity of my hurt, they just don't hear me.
I am crying out, I am crying out!
Will someone free me.
I am enslaved, my hands are tied behind my back, I am helpless I am hopeless.
I would like someone to liberate me from these shackles and handcuffs of confusion. Please liberate me!
I can't see my way, my path is blurred, my future is not clear
All I can rely on is divine intervention via prayer.
Some brotherly love and direction from above along with Godly fear
have me standing today.
Now I am sincerely positive, sincerely sure and I stand sincerely strong.
I stand today sincerely strong.
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