I stand up again
My body
fatigued from another day
battling social anxiety.
Depression
telling me I'm worthless,
There is no point, it says.
I believe it.
I sit on my bed,
look to my right, and see
my family's smiling faces,
rooting for me.
My mother's cheeky smile
reminds me again
She is proud of me.
I mimick her expression.
I notice the sun shining
and I stand up again.
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BreDP
College student in Colorado majoring in computer science. It may seem that I am a bit out of place here given my degree. However, I have always been an artist. In the past, I sung in my church choir and played lead roles in my high school's musicals. I currently sing in my university's concert choir, write poetry spontaneously, and have a deep appreciation for the poet's way of letting others peer into their inner world.
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