Describing Imaginary Things
"I'm tired," I say,
"That's all."
And in a way, I guess it's true.
In every other way,
Depression has become an epidemic amongst the teen population. Some of its prevalence can be blamed on hormonal changes as a teenager matures. However, a primary trigger for depression in teenagers is sadness felt as a result of struggling to get to know one's self and new intense feelings which are being felt for the first time.
"I'm tired," I say,
"That's all."
And in a way, I guess it's true.
In every other way,
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You don't understand,
you never do.
I try to explain,
but I can't get through to you.
I'm so sorry to hear about your loss. I, too, lost my father in an accident, so I guess I can relate in some way.. But I'm not claiming to completely understand how you feel. Only you know...
Analysis of Form and Technique
I'm tired.
Tired of the constancy,
the constancy of judgment.
Tired of hiding,
I lived in an abusive household for the first nine years of my life. Suffering sexual assault, beatings, starvation, all at the hands of the people who were supposed to protect me. When I was...
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Analysis of Form and Technique
You see a smile on the outside,
But that's all you can see.
What if tears run down my face on the inside?
This is my poem of the day because I feel the same way. My boyfriend and I were going through drama, and he think it's okay for him not to say how I feel about it, but it hurts me deep inside...
There is a girl who sits in the corner.
Her heart is crying out.
There are people all around her,
But no one seems to hear her shout.
Hi Kaylee,
You have no idea how much help your poem, your expression of your own pain, is bringing to all these other people who share in how you feel. Writing and poetry were always a way...
If I showed my true colors, what would society think?
Would they laugh, show pity, or read the ink?
I'm exhausted from smiling every single day
I love this poem. It touches every emotion you feel when you’re depressed. I have suffered from depression for a long time and have been hiding behind a mask. I go to school every day with a...
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She took a deep breath.
She counted to three,
A picture in her head
Of who they wanted me to be.
This poem breaks my heart and soul. I am hurting in my heart for you, but also for my own daughter. After several years of living in complete misery and isolation, my children and myself are...
I'm great, fine, spectacular. In a way
I relish every night, and I live every day.
I live, I laugh, I write, I sing.
I wonder what the new days will bring.
Yeah, I know depression sucks. I put on a mask, and when I get home I break down, wanting to die. It hurts going through school pretending to be okay, and when someone asks if you're okay,...
When you look at me,
What do you see?
Do you glimpse a happy girl,
Or do you see the real me?
Heart touching poem. I've suffered from severe depression since I was 12. I am 15 now, and I understand how it feels. It might be different as well. Most presume males don't go through this,...
I know so many people,
But do they know me?
They recognize the face,
but that's all they ever see.
This really touched me because this describes me almost perfectly. I am someone who has to hide who I am, and there was only one person I didn't have to hide myself with. That person sadly...