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Expression of a 16 year old


My emotions don't want to compromise yet,

 I'm here trying to summarise how I feel.

 

But when I do open up, those are the ones that 

make me wanna close up and keep them emotions 

bottled up. You say that I can open up to you yet 

you push my feelings away.

 

My anger takes over and demolishes my happiness,

my happiness then becomes an unknown emotion, 

unable to know what it’s like to truly be happy and 

the only emotions i'm known to is anger, sadness and

confusion.

 

My anger turns into depression making me want to 

Disconnect from the world. The more irritated i

Become the more i want to block people out of my 

Circle.

 

My anxiety takes over my body and introduces me to

paranoia . Everyday i walk down those streets either

thinking someone is watching or following me as i walk 

Alone.

 

Oh, only if I could be happy again.

But who cares? This is just a little girl's expression.

 

I feel like I’m stuck in a time loop.

I can predict my own future and that shouldn’t be

Possible. I’m sick of living in a noisy environment why

can’t it just be peaceful.

 

Everyone around me is always so angry so that’s the only 

Emotion I’m known to. Negativity transferred onto one

to another that's why i distance myself from my loved 

ones to prevent that from happening.

I feel like I’m in my own show because I have to put 

an act on as soon as I step out that door.

 

All my social platforms fooled by me, it's so easy to

Make it look like your living your best life when 

Really i want to lock myself up and face my four walls.

But time doesn't stop for me. So i have to keep my head up 

And carry on walking.

 

As i walk up those steps I feel weaker and weaker but

I try my best to stay strong so those who look down on 

me will soon be looking up to me.

 

Oh, if I can be happy again.

But who cares? This is a 16 year old expression.

 
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