Depression is My DiagnosisA Poem by Stormy Skies With SunshinePeople say I’m a freak. They don’t understand that words have the ability to cut deeper than knives. Or maybe they do understand and they use it to their advantage. Perhaps they know how vulnerable I am. I hope not, and therefore I pretend and live as if they do not. I tell myself: "They don’t know what I’ve been through or that I cry late at night. They just don't understand why I wear black. They can't comprehend the way it feels to have the colors I once knew and loved slip through my fingers and leave me. With out them, all that is left is darkness. People have a hard time making sense of things they have never felt. They have strong dislike for things that are different and that is what I am. I am different." I've always known that I am different, and it's never bothered me much. What bothers me is the way people criticize differences. © 2020 Stormy Skies With SunshineReviews
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Added on February 18, 2016Last Updated on March 31, 2020 AuthorStormy Skies With SunshineFowler, INAboutFeel free to give me constructed criticism! I'm always looking for ways to improve my writing! Also, feel free to message me. more..Writing
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