tryA Poem by Bella
I really try my best,
I couldn't say that about anything else. You probably don't think much about it, But I do. And I hate. I hate myself for being the way I am, Despite so many people loving me for it? I hate myself and I can't stop. It's like this subtle feeling inside, Existing forever as a flame that can't be extinguished. It's there and I can't stop it, Not with simple thoughts and truths. Not with reassurance that it is, in fact, Wrong. Not by telling myself "it isn't true." It exists. It always will.
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1 Review Added on November 11, 2018 Last Updated on November 11, 2018 Tags: mental health, perspective, poetry, try, persistent AuthorBellaUnited KingdomAboutI have written a lot over the course of my life, most of it probably never to be seen, but I am interested and excited to learn, grow and share. I'm 17 and currently most of what I write is modern po.. more..Writing
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