Poetry

Looking

Back to all the choices I made

I feel like the one that sent me here.

wasn’t worth it as the struggle to stay true to oneself was slowly coming apart.

As people are you make you lose your mind and the good things that make you.

Who you always were, something that you were proud to be and now you’re the shell of that amazing person?

Looking at you now feels like the past wasn’t so bad and living in the present Hasn’t improved for you, just got worse.

And the hope for a better future for you is looking for a slim right now.

One can only hope things will get better for you soon.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

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