Maybe I can pretend it's not there

December 16, 2017
By Anonymous

I refuse to confront reality
It's too painful, too loud, and too stiff
I try to stop my emotions from pouring out
I shove myself into a fantasy of another world
I keep on refusing to see past the words on the pages
Rejecting the feelings that are not the characters
Ignoring the overflowing box lodged within my chest
It's not there, it'll never be there
If I can't see, I can't feel
I can't see, I can't feel
I can't see the pain, I can't feel the hurt


The author's comments:

I was inspired by my feelings at my lowest point and the feelings of those around me. I have learned that everyone you meet in high school is broken in some way, shape, or form. I've met so many incredible people who are filled with so much saddness. They hide it all behind a huge smiles and faked happiness. I need more than two hands to count the people I know who have considered killing themselves, and I'm one of those people.

 

I hope my piece gives people a new perspective. Teenagers aren't the superficial empty people that sterotypes have made us out to be. We're not "dramatic"; we're suffering.  


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