I use words and poetry in ways of therapy. Much like musicians use their music or painters use canvas and paint. What I've been writing recently is frightening me. When I have to take a step back and think, "I can't put Unappreciated up for workshop on Monday because my classmates and professors are going to think I need counseling help" I get scared. I get scared because since I use poetry as therapy, it usually has something to do with feelings I haven't figured out yet or things that haven't come to the surface.
In the last few, they've been depressing. Lost love. No love. No backbone. No support. There is no happy poems. Maybe I've just been stressed recently. Maybe recently I haven't been feeling like my friends actually care. Maybe as a writer and as a person, I'm just in a funk. I go through the day with a fake smile. True feelings are shoved underneath the surface and disappear from sight.
I want to be out of this funk. I don't like it. I don't like feeling like I have no one. I need to get over this, but I don't know how. I want to live. I want to be bright again and shine like the ball of fire I usually am. I need something good in my life to happen. And now.
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