Dear anonymous person

Fri, 12/08/2017 - 20:45 -- Amejia1

Dear ananymous person,

This life really does hurt some

Throwing me curve balls and those are the worst one

Lucky to be alive, but sometimes I feel like I am the cursed son

Last year I lost focus of my priority

My social image and status became my authority

If school was a race it would have been a minority

My ego was grand I had all the seniority

Being in a relationship was all that I cared for

The last two weeks I finnaly found a girl I thought I cared for

Mixed up in my feelings like a wave on a seashore

At times I wish I had done more

Insecure I could not even nock on her door

If expression of emotion was currency you could say I was poor

She should find someone better, cuz I am rotten to the core

After school ended I fell into depression

All my sin had finally caught up and made its impression

My relationship with my parents was strained with tension

With suicide in my mind I refused to make my confesion

I think I have passed the hump though

I look foward to life and see myself grow

I am not afraid of anything life might throw

This is all true and I just wanted you to know

-  Alex M.

This poem is about: 
Me

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