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Life at 20

It is ok not to be ok

By Blessing Anthony Published 9 months ago 2 min read
Life at 20
Photo by Nathan Dumlao on Unsplash

At twenty, life's a wild and tangled ride,

With highs and lows, emotions can't hide.

I've battled demons, dark clouds in the sky,

Let me share my story, don't be shy.

In a world of likes, comments, and trends,

I found myself trapped, lost in the bends.

Depression's grip, it came without a call,

At times, I felt like I was gonna fall.

Surrounded by the noise, the constant noise,

I searched for meaning, for comforting joys.

On social screens, my life seemed so bright,

But deep inside, I fought the endless fight.

At twenty, masks were my closest friends,

I'd wear a smile, pretend it never ends.

Behind the selfies, filters, and the fun,

I was just a kid trying to outrun.

The pressure built with every passing day,

I tried to find my purpose, find my way.

The future's hazy, full of doubt and fear,

I longed for answers, to make things clear.

Through sleepless nights and teardrops on my bed,

I wrestled demons that lived inside my head.

But I couldn't find the words to make them known,

In a world where mental health's rarely shown.

At twenty, I hid behind a brave face,

While inside, I was caught in a dark place.

I chased perfection, the unattainable goal,

And in that race, I lost a piece of my soul.

The world moved fast, no time to just be still,

While I stood there, my heart crushed by the uphill.

But deep down, I clung to a flicker of hope,

A belief that one day, I'd find a way to cope.

I stumbled through the labyrinth of despair,

Seeking solace, trying to repair.

Therapists, pills, and self-help guides, I tried,

Hoping they'd be the ones to turn the tide.

Yet healing's like a journey through the night,

With stars that twinkle in the absence of light.

I faltered, stumbled, but found the strength to rise,

To face the darkness hidden in my eyes.

At twenty, I'm learning to embrace the scars,

Each one tells a tale of my battles with the stars.

I'm finding my voice, my truth, my might,

And in that process, I'm rekindling my light.

No more hiding behind a mask of disguise,

I'm letting my true self begin to rise.

I'm seeking connection, revealing my soul,

And through this journey, I'm starting to feel whole.

The road is long, the path is far from clear,

But at twenty, I'm shedding my old veneer.

With each step forward, I'm starting to see,

That embracing myself is the way to be free.

To those in the fight, the struggle within,

Know you're not alone, we all have our sin.

Reach out, seek help, don't be afraid,

You're not defined by the battles you've braved.

At twenty, I'm standing a little bit taller,

A testament to my own inner scholar.

In facing my darkness, I've found my own light,

And through this journey, I'll continue to fight.

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Comments (1)

  • Alex H Mittelman 9 months ago

    20? God, I miss being 20. Hell, I miss being 30! Great work!

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