HANDS TIED

Mon, 02/18/2019 - 17:07 -- Milay

You taunt me you haunt me

Excessively torturing,

Pestering me constantly,

My depression is my oppression

I feel like I’m being thrown off of the deep end

I don’t know what’s around the bend

But when I turn it never ends well

This depression is an obsession it can’t ever let me be

Every time I think I grow he knocks me back two FEET

I scream for help

No one heard my cries

It never wants me to rise

He always make me wear a disguise

Fooling you all to think I’m alright

Can’t you see I’m dying of fright?

Why don’t you see my plight?

Sometimes I just want to take flight

But I know that’s not right

But sometimes I just want to meet my maker,

No one listens anymore,

I feel like they don’t care anymore

Im unsure on ways I can explore

I want to do much more

I want to clear out this uneven score

This poem is about: 
Our world

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