The problem is the hurt.
The problem is the lies.
The problem is the love that was lost.
The problem is the hate.
The problem is the pain.
The problem is the depression.
That is the problem.
The problem is my friends.
The problem is the courts.
The problem is my family.
The problem is the War.
The problem is God.
That is the problem.
The problem is school.
The problem is life.
The problem is suicide.
The problem is cutting.
That is the problem.
The problem is the self harm.
The problem is the confusion.
The problem is the doctors.
That is the problem.
The problem is running away.
The problem is no sleep.
That is the problem.
The problem is ME.
Author notes
This is what I am thinking,
this is what is true.
It is self-reflection.
This is just what I am thinking,
what I want to say,
no,
scream to the world.
I am confused...
I am hurt.
I am tired.
I am mad.
I am me.
Comments
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you're not the problem, hon....whatever it is, you're not the problem, no matter who tells you you are, they r lying.....
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i agree with EVERYTHING walls-within wrote. u r unique and no one can change that. youre not afraid to just say whats on your mind and that is what makes a great poem.<3
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wow, you were able to put your feelings in a simple, yet understandable way. I so wish, though, that you didn't feel that way. As always...you know how it goes.
-just a note though, whatever happens, YOU are NOT the problem... -
You are you.
And that's what makes you special.
And worth it all, for that matter.
Beautifully done, though. You made your point as clear as it needed to be... good job.
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