Gonna Be Okay
For awhile I've been down
I hadn't smilied, always a frown
I had been depressed
My life's a mess, super stressed
Used to slit my wrists
But now I'm balling up my fists
I'm tired of being depression's toy
And now I know what it is to have joy
I am proud to be me, pretty, smart, and gay
And now I know, I'm going to be okay
This poem is about:
Me
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