Broken SoulsA Poem by Anna
You could be dying inside and no one would know until you're gone.
They pretend to care as a favour to themselves, their conscience, but what good is that? In this game of life it is mind over matter, but does it really matter we all die anyway. For there really is no winner or loser when your mind overpowers and leaves you stripped as prey. As we embark on this journey of life we seize to accept that the real enemy lies within. It's that thing in our head that tells us we're "too fat", "too ugly", "too short", or "too dumb" to accomplish anything. We fail to love our perfect imperfections and bring each other down in the process. Our minds polluted with hatred and rage; teenagers killing themselves and society, the cause of their pain. But who is really to blame? Because no one ever knows you are dying inside until you die and they hear your name. © 2015 AnnaFeatured Review
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6 Reviews Added on January 27, 2015 Last Updated on February 8, 2015 Tags: spoken word, poem, teens, depression Related WritingPeople who liked this story also liked..
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