I am a teenager suffering
I am a teenager suffering from PTSD, anxiety and depression.
I freak out when I'm in crowds or around a stranger.
I am able to subdue all of the emotion,
But this causes me to be overwhelmed with anger.
I am someone who wants to be able to make a friend,
without shaking and being scared to talk.
I am someone who wants to be able to do a presentation to the end.
I want to be able to go through a crowd and not shake when I walk.
I am someone who started off much different than the present me.
I use to be able to talk to people, I was outgoing.
I am someone who was bullied because no one knew me.
My friendliness use to be outflowing.
I am someone who use to self harm.
I use to hate my life and wanted to be invisible.
I have scars on my legs and arm.
Which are some times very visible.
I am someone shaped by things unthinkable.
I suffer every day from these mental scars.
I am pain from bullying which is unsinkable,
But I keep my dreams and goals in the stars.
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