depression
I wake up
mind full of hapiness
and I go about my day
cuz nobody can stop this
except myself
becuase hidden behind this smile is cry out for help
from the inside
all the pain and suffering that im trying to hide
look into my eyes
and tell me what do you see
a happy a little boy with a little ADHD
he grew up
a fucking screw up
parents gone and stuck in foster homes drowning out the pain with a bong
but the high only lasts so long
like an athlete
he hits his prime and tells his story
gets old and retires after his final track meet
his physical shape just cant be beat
but nobody can see the pain that he feels
except me
its the same pain you feel when your surrounded by people
everyone laughing and high fiving
but yet you still feel like a stranger
to the society that your in
becuase your still haunted by the things that happened when you were a kid
nobody will understand that
most people say that thay feel your pain
but they never had stand to stand out in the rain
while your parents fought
and all you can do is play in the yard
with the action figure toys that your parents got
you mimic thier words and G.I. joe throws a punch at barbie
and he relises what he has done and covers it up by saying sorry
and all the truama that you expireced as kid
still huants you to this day and affects the way you live
and you walk down the halls of a crowded building
cant look anyone in the eye so you look up at the cieling
becuase if one person could look me in the eyes
they could see the pain that im still trying to hide
so throw a hoodie on and nice a pair of sweats
and feel a sense of comfort that you'll never forget
and it's the same comfort that kids would normally get
but becuase of your parents all you got was neglect
so look at me now and see why I stand out in every crowd
and why im never bothered by the speakers being so loud
becuase the music drowns out the noise
and helps me forget about the time when I was a boy
I just wish I could join my friends and do things that I actually enjoy
but our intrests are so much different
I'd rather hide out in my room and play games with good smelling incents
but thats just me, and the mindset that I live in
and I dont expect anyone reading this to actually get it
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