*Warning: This contains descriptions of self-hate and mentions of depression and anxiety. Also important, this poem was written a long time ago during a time where things were not the best.*

If crying is a weakness

Then I'm the weakest person I know

I can't help the unnecessary tears, I can't help the

Overwhelming feelings of guilt and sadness

I just want to be good daughter and I can't even do that right

I'm a major disappointment,

I'm too sensitive for my own good

If I knew why I felt this way,

I'd tell you if I could

Is this depression, anxiety?

Or maybe just apathy?

Do I really have an illness,

Am I just faking it?

Am I really just that sensitive?

I hate these emotions,

They so everchanging

I'm oozing confidence,

And in the next breath,

I'm questioning my self-worth

I need to come clean,

To myself and you

But is just too hard to do

It's so much easier,

To fake a smile

And say, "oh, I'm okay!"

I'm not okay

And I don't even know why

Maybe writing these poems are useless,

Pathetic and unnecessary

I don't know anymore

I just

Want to finally know

What's wrong with me?