Well, crap.

Well, crap.

A Poem by Stark, but not Ironman

12, young and naïve

14, wanting to be a grown up

16, wanting to be loved

18, legally an adult

20, unchained from feelings

22, what happened?

 

What happened to us?

We were young, headstrong, and unstoppable.

Led to believe we could do whatever we wanted to do

But here we are now, trying to face the impossible

 

What am I doing?

I feel like I’m drowning

I have all I could ever want and need

How I’m feeling is quite astounding

 

I should be happy, right?

Job, love, trying to be better

It’s always an internal battle, uphill struggle

All my thoughts are suddenly coming together

 

I will fight, I’m not giving up

I will smile, laugh, and have the time of my life

Even if my demons want me to curl up and give up

I no longer itch for the blade or knife

 

Cry, scream, let it all out

Be the person you wanted to be at the age of five

I promise, it’ll all be better in the end

Struggle stories are the best when you come out of it alive

© 2018 Stark, but not Ironman


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Stark, but not Ironman
Ignore grammer, I wrote this down heat of the moment. Let me know what you think and please provide feedback!

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I honestly like the authenticity of this piece and people can probably relate to some of these feelings if not all.

Posted 5 Years Ago



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Added on July 14, 2018
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Tags: depression, it gets better, growing up, personal struggles, self help, mature, teen, poem, poetry, fight

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