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Ending the stigma through poetry
You are my own personal hell Like an addict and his heroin I can not quit you I know you will be the end of me And here I am Still loving you
If there are solutions to world problems and no one is acting on them, follow the money trail.
I see the world for what it is. You say I am pessimistic and I say I am realistic.
I may have a kind heart and you may think you have a hold on me. However, I pity you and your selfish ways. I know why you can’t let go of me. I am the person you always wished you could be.
When you grow up in a home where your mother’s moods were euphoric then melancholic, while talking to imaginary friends, you do not judge others for simply being different.
Empathy Poetry 