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Rated: E · Poetry · Dark · #2178861
A poem about the difference between depression and everything else.
They tell me I'm depressed
but what does that mean?
Does it mean that I'm unbearably sad?
Because I'm not
I'm not unbearably
I'm angry
I'm frustrated
I'm confused
I'm scared
But I'm not unbearably sad

I'm not depressed
I'm just scared out of my mind
I'm scared of rejection
I'm scared of being undeserving
I'm scared of being a burden
I don't want to be the weakest link on the chain
I'm scared of being left behind
I don't want to be alone
I'm scared of failure
I don't want to disappoint
Don't tell me I'm perfect the way I am
I know I'm not
I'm told to stop feeling sorry for myself
but what else is there to be sorry for?
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