I know that I should be happy. My mother asked me how often am I happy, I said not often...not as often as I should be...I just wanted to get this out...
My true happiness....
is gone.
It left right out the door
since middle school.
I was teased about my looks,
my weight,
my voice,
that it left a huge stain
in my mentality.
Social anxiety is also a result;
I rarely talk to my friends and family.
Now, I'm trapped
in these 4 walls I call a room
to keep from going insane
out of my mind,
isolating myself from the world.
I shouldn't be feeling like this,
but I do and it's killing me inside.
Wanting people to rescue me,
but afraid to open my damn mouth.
For that, people don't understand me.
If only I could rewind back to my childhood
so that I could be truly happy once again.
