What Is Real
I have shut down.
My mind is protecting me from feeling to the fullest,
Tears would be slipping,.
I would be voiceless from screaming
Instead, I act like society taught me.
I smile and try to play everything off,
Work seems like my priority while I stare at the blank page
As my teacher talks, I pretend to understand
The reality is I’m falling.
Falling while trying the stitch myself together,
Before it’s too late
This poem is about:
Me
My community
My country
Our world