Rhythmic Depression

February 2, 2017
By , sheridan, WY

Nothing’s ok
I don’t know what to say
I think too much every day
I feel like no more than clay
Being shaped in the way
Everyone thinks is proper to put on display
I want to go away
If I may
I don’t want to lay
Please understand that I truly don’t want to slay
Myself, but I am certainly not gay*
I feel like I am in a play
And the backdrop is grey
I’m not who I am today
I want you to stay
And be my ray
But if you go astray
It may be too late
For you to come back all the way
Before I pull away
No one will miss me anyway


*gay in this case means happy.

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Thisisreal_lifeThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. said...
Feb. 27 at 12:08 pm
Although I will never know who wrote this, I wish I could just wrap you in a hug.I feel as if this poem is based off real life, your life. I have been through it, so I feel like this hits right on home. The poem itself is very good, and i love the rhyming scheme. Keep writing! you are very good at it!
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