My depression is slimming as a black dress;
Slenderize like I’ve forgotten to eat today
Force a smile,
Anxiety picking at me,
like I have food in my teeth!
A shower turns cold,
as I stand under the water
Arms like a rain coat,
Fingers scrub
my scalp abrasively
like a S.O.S pad
Grime of past weeks building up,
like fear
Laying in a towel,
sprawled out on the bed
Passive aggressively;
My head heavy
as a paper weight
on my pillow!
My compassion
reduced to tears
sour as amaretto-
Mourning the loss of years
in a fog-
Mind just, shape up!
Happiness feels phony,
like a punch line
straight to the gut
Isolation feels
more and more
like a fortress of solitude
I,
a better door
than fractures
on glazed window!
About the Creator
Saroyan Coles
I want to empower others with my writing. I have always dreamed of seeing my name, on something.
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