![]() But She Is Not MeA Poem by Alexandria Miller
My depression,
She is both sensitive and aggressive. When I try to escape, She drags me back down Back down the dark hole I've never liked to go. And in that moment, Moment of panic and uncertainty, Of vulnerability and fear, My entire existence feels like torture. My depression, She is parasitic and envious Of my sunny days. She is trapped inside of this dark hole And I am her favorite company. My depression is often hated by others, But my depression, She is not me. © 2016 Alexandria MillerReviews
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2 Reviews Added on October 26, 2016 Last Updated on October 26, 2016 AuthorAlexandria MillerMilwaukee, WIAboutSocial Work major, working a s****y part time job and always juggling the nonstop circus of life. I would be a bad circus act in this case. If you’re going to scream, scream at the top of yo.. more..Writing
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