Pain
I wrote this poem to show that I have dealt with pain and that I used to have depression, but I am getting the help I need now.
The moment that I saw myself, I saw a hideous thing.
The only thing that made it not visible, was only putting on a mask.
People around me only saw the mask as my true self, but I was only trying to avoid the help that I needed.
After the whole day, I lay down all alone, but not really alone.
I would lay next to my old corpse, that was always being happy.
Instead I would cry on my corpse and face the pain that I have to deal with everyday.
About the Creator
Tyanna Willie
I was a former student at PNCA in Oregon. I was hoping to get my Creative Writing Major, but instead I continued to get my Bachelor's in Photography. I graduated from Shaw Academy and am struggling with motivation still.
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