Dear Social Anxiety,
I want to kill this part of me
This ugliness detrimental mess
Be killed from society
How I wish you’d go away silently
But oh, the irony
Of me wanting you to be gone so quietly
I’m sorry
It’s my social anxiety...
Now here I am apologizing
Because my voice isn’t loud enough
But that’s just gravity
What a catastrophe!
It is for my words to be stuck
Between my lips, tongue, and teeth like a cavity
Dear Addiction,
I want to kill this part of me
This ugliness detrimental mess
Be killed from confliction
How I wish you’d go away without any restriction
But oh, the irony
Of me wanting you to be gone without affliction
But that’s just fiction...
What a contradiction!
It is for me to be a conviction of my own depiction
Dear Depression,
I want to kill this part of me
This ugliness detrimental mess
Be killed from my expression
How I wish you’d go away without a confession
But oh, the irony,
Of me wanting you to be gone without any attention
I’m sorry
It’s my depression...
But that’s just repression
What an obsession!
It is to have my deprivation of happiness
Stuck into my thoughts
Like an everlasting impression
About the Creator
Cassidy Rae
Published poet & published novelist in the making✨
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