Withered Plant Poem by Hannah La Gaire
Withered Plant
I may look happy
But deep down inside
I am a withered plant crying for help,
But once you act the right way and say the right things everyone thinks you're ok,
But no!
I am not,
I am broken,
I am weak,
I am afraid,
I am sad,
I am depressed,
But no one realizes,
So I close my eyes,
Cry myself to sleep,
Feel no pain,
I'm all awake,
And it's the same cycle again.
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