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a space for youth writing on mental health & identity
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a space for youth writing on mental health & identity
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![]() I greet friends with a smile, laugh To convince them I’m okay; But then when alone, I plunge Into my usual dark hole Where images swarm, ridicule me Powerless to fight back. Rather I conjure a last conversation
With repeated replay as I cringe, More flustered each time. I brood about it, seek A substitute for the stupidity Of my comments but blank out. Naught relieves my sheepish state; I fear the future, foresee calamity With every connection. Falling deeper into the chasm, I try to block such thoughts; But they keep barging in regardless. Negativity chokes me, submerged In the abyss of self-doubt, Still with my own fake smile. Comments are closed.
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