Fragile
My Skin Weak to the touch
I feel like I can't eat anything for lunch
People say just eat and be free
But they don't know me
someone who has been thrown around and kicked
But I just try to become a friend
Because that is what I want in life,
But am I just playing pretend
people say Just Be Happy,
It is a choice
But they know what my face shows,
a happy face
A scared person behind a mask
I wonder how long I will last.
I will not be beat
even though the dark rain cloud of Depression is over me
I will break free of these chains
And Become Happy one Day
Written By Braeden Zeitler
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