Depression Poem
People only see what I let them see.
Inside Out
©
Angie Flores
Outside lives a girl with a smile that will brighten up the room,
yet inside hides a girl with a frown full of despair.
Outside lives a girl with eyes of joy that brings you to ease,
yet inside hides a girl shedding tears of sadness.
Outside lives a girl with a beautiful laugh that's contagious,
yet inside hides a girl screaming her lungs out in unwanted anger.
Outside lives a girl with the personality everyone envies,
yet inside hides a girl full of insecurities and shame.
Outside lives a girl who is fearless and tough,
yet inside hides a weak girl who lives in fear.
Outside lives a girl full of life,
yet inside hides a girl full of pain, wanting to die.
Outside lives a girl with a perfect image,
yet inside hides a girl with regrets and mistakes.
Outside lives a girl of innocence,
yet inside hides a girl with tremendous guilt.
Outside lives a girl with goals and aspirations,
yet inside lives a girl lost in confusion.
What you see on the outside is my personal disguise,
What hides underneath you can't even begin to imagine.
yet inside hides a girl with a frown full of despair.
Outside lives a girl with eyes of joy that brings you to ease,
yet inside hides a girl shedding tears of sadness.
Outside lives a girl with a beautiful laugh that's contagious,
yet inside hides a girl screaming her lungs out in unwanted anger.
Outside lives a girl with the personality everyone envies,
yet inside hides a girl full of insecurities and shame.
Outside lives a girl who is fearless and tough,
yet inside hides a weak girl who lives in fear.
Outside lives a girl full of life,
yet inside hides a girl full of pain, wanting to die.
Outside lives a girl with a perfect image,
yet inside hides a girl with regrets and mistakes.
Outside lives a girl of innocence,
yet inside hides a girl with tremendous guilt.
Outside lives a girl with goals and aspirations,
yet inside lives a girl lost in confusion.
What you see on the outside is my personal disguise,
What hides underneath you can't even begin to imagine.
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Sarah, NZ Submitted Mar 2010
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WOW...a poem I can TOTALLY relate to!
Great job!
It constantly amazes me how "blind" SO MANY (if not all) people really are, they have no idea!
God Bless!
M Submitted Apr 2010
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Emmalie, New Mexico Submitted Dec 2010
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Elizabeth, Oregon Submitted Jan 2011
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Vi, UK Submitted Jan 2011
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Erica, NC Submitted Feb 2011
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But this part is different. When I don't hide it, people chide me for being needy, and relying on people, for not being self-sufficient.
Kat, Michigan Submitted Mar 2011
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Danielle, Brandon Mississippi Submitted May 2011
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Amber,Fowler,Indiana Submitted Oct 2011
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Steve Submitted Nov 2011
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I love this poem, can you carry on writing poems like this? I've been looking all day for a poem the describes me and here it is.
The only thing is I don't want to be different on the inside, I want my outside to be the same as my inside. I think I need to start over. New year is coming so I think I'll change my ways!
Briar, Hertfordshire, England Submitted Dec 2011
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Carina, New York Submitted Mar 2012
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Rythm,Morbi Submitted 6/9/2012
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Gp, Georgia Submitted 6/15/2012
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Tracy, Windsor Ontario,Canada Submitted 7/2/2012
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When I was 5 my mother died of breast cancer. 3 years later my dad died. Leaving my 5 brothers and 2 sisters on the streets. As I was the eldest my siblings looked up to me. They called me mum and asked me for food. This went on for about a year, I tried to teach my brothers and sisters to read and write, but I couldn't either.
I finally couldn't take it any longer...Lucy (3 years old) had already become sick and died. And my other siblings were going the same way. So I handed us in to the Housing for the Homeless. Where I went to school. I always made up who I was because I was so afraid that someone might laugh at me and tease me.
The other day I told my closest friend...my only friend. She then told the WHOLE school.
I am now going to a different school. In another state. But I learnt from my mistake. I will NEVER tell anybody about my life again.
Livvy, Africa Submitted 7/24/2012
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Emily, Midlands Submitted 8/20/2012
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Shawlin Submitted 10/12/2012
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Kiara Submitted 11/25/2012
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thank you for showing me who you are inside, and I ensure you, that you are not alone... may there be that one that can see beneath you and understand you so that that someone can share light with you...
Janieta, Springs Submitted 2/14/2013
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You say your full of guilt on the inside, maybe because your not showing yourself, but showing what everybody else wants to see. Just be your own self everyone. Let you emotions fly out of you like fireworks! It is easier to let it than, than to keep it all hidden away in your heart by lock and key. :) "No point in living, if not dangerously!"
Abilene, Kansas Submitted 3/1/2013
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