Too Young

September 30, 2017
By Mask_On BRONZE, Evanston, Illinois
Mask_On BRONZE, Evanston, Illinois
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They say I'm too young

Too young to know what depression is

Too young to experience anxiety

 

But what they don't know is that is my everday struggle

Struggle to breath

My anxiety choking me in fear

My depression stomping on my mind and heart

Not letting me feel or think of anything other then sadness

 

I may smile

But it might not be real

I may laugh

Does it sound musical to you?

Are you sure you can truly hear it?

 

When I say I'm in love

They say I'm too young

Too young to have a boyfriend

Even if that boyfriend makes me happy

And if he makes it easier to breath

Even if he eases my mind and heart

Even if I would do anything for him

Is it still not love?

Am I still too young?

 

Feelings are feelings

This is something you cannot deny

So please do not judge mine

They are not yours to judge

 

I am young

Maybe I can run longer and jump higher

Maybe I grow and you shrink

But let me tell you this

 

I may be young

But my mind is older

It is much older

It can tell you about politics

It can tell you about love

It can you tell you about depression and anxiety

It can tell you about taking antidepressants every morning

 

So after reading all this, let me ask you

 

How lucky are you?

To be taken seriously

Because you are not as young

 

People take you more seriously if you say

"I can't breath

My heart hurts

I see no point in living

I might run away

what would it feel like to disappear?"

 

I know these things

I have thought these things

No one listenes to me

No one believes me

Because I am 13

 

So hear me now

Hear me scream

 

I am NOT too young to feel those feelings

Please come save me instead


The author's comments:

Hello! My name is Mariana Shevick and I am 13 years old. I've always had a fascination with poetry because of my father. I have grown up with anxiety and depression. I've been in therapy since I was 6, and to this day I continously go to a therapist once a week. I have taken antidepressants for a month now., because I finally worked up the nerve to say I felt like I was drowning. I was inspired to write this poem by my peers. They have always told me to be happy or to get over it. Of course, they do not understand what I feel. I hope people will understand when someone cries for help, no matter how young, you must listen to them. It is of the utmost importance. I asked for help when I was in fourth grade and no one took me seriously. If they had, maybe they could have stopped me from spiraling down into a suicidal hole of depression and anxiety attacks. Appreciate those around you and listen to them when the'yre in dire need of a listening ear. I'm sure you need help every once in a while as well.


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