Am I who I think I am?A Poem by A. Garcia Sagarra
I used to know how I felt,
who I was, who I wanted to be, I was sure of my wills, and liked to people for just being me. My depression started, I wasn't aware of it, but soon I was faking smiles, that a whole city could lit. I convinced myself it was faking, But I wasn't certain of my mood, I changed from being hyper to dropping sharply, from being nonchalant to misunderstood. I've come to realize it all was fear, fear at being judged and left out. That lead me to losing myself, and to not telling my feelings out loud.
© 2013 A. Garcia SagarraAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorA. Garcia SagarraBarcelona, Catalonia, SpainAboutI don't consider myself as a real writer, I'm just trying to get reviews with aim of improving my writing. Even though I may have certain level of english it still isn't my mothern language so I don'.. more..Writing
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