Reversal Poem
I am a hopeless mess
And I refuse to believe that
Someone understands you and what goes on in your life
I realize this may be a shock, but
Life can go as planned if you believe
Is a lie
Nobody really knows you
In 30 years, I will tell my children that
I have my priorities straight because
Pessimism
Is smarter than
Optimism
I'll tell you this:
Once upon a time
I felt loved
But this will not be true in my era
Love dies out
Experts tell me
Things don't always heal the way you want them to
I do not conclude that
You are never alone
In the future,
You will still be depressed
No longer can it be said that
Love wins
It will be evident that
Depression follows you even when you try to escape
It is foolish to pressum that
You are really loved