The truth.

The truth.

A Poem by Bullet Soul

I'm scared of my depression.
I'm scared of talking... to anyone, about the feelings I hide.
I'm scared of showing people who I really am.
I'm scared of showing too much emotion.
I'm scared of hurting the people I love.
I'm scared that I might cut myself.
I'm scared I'm not good enough.
I'm scared to make mistakes.
I'm scared that I'm not loved.
I'm scared... to be loved.

I'm scared I'll never go to college.
I'm scared I'm setting myself up to fail.
I'm scared my family won't accept me.
I'm scared that I'm a terrible writer.
I am scared... that I'll always be afraid.
But most of all...
I'm scared that people might see
That I'm scared to ever be myself.

© 2009 Bullet Soul


Author's Note

Bullet Soul
Just a jumbled up recitation of my current emotions, that I wouldn't even consider a poem.

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Wow I love this. I love the fact that so many people will be able to relate to this.. I know that I can totally relate to this 110%. I love this write. Very good Job I can tell you put alot of emotion into this piece and it works out well. Thats what a good poem needs is emotion and you captured that. Good Job :)

Posted 14 Years Ago



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Added on November 27, 2009