WastelandA Poem by Sophia V
Do you know what it's like to see the world through my eyes?
To have the constant feeling that something bad will happen in the next moment, every moment? To believe in the best in everyone but yourself. To see the beautiful vivid colors of life one second, then switch to black and white the next. To feel better and then much worse. To switch back and forth from completely opposing opinions. To imagine horrible situations, so real, you feel sick. To yell at yourself that you're horrible and great. To love and hate someone until it's too late. Do you know what it's like? Do you understand? Do you feel what I feel? Like stuck in wasteland?
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