Garbage Post: Manky

Pressure behind my lowered eyes as sadness breaks free

Hiding behind flimsy wooden doors from a painful and scary truth

I am not worthy these days

Who knows how long I can fight myself

And hiding in bathrooms and closets to cry is annoying

Who am I fooling?


Some designed to hold me back,

Stamped inside my head by what I’ve chosen to believe,

Some good, some bad

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