They enter and never exit your head
ridiculing you of the fact that you're not good enough,
for you never will be.
1 in 100 are positive,
the rest lay as negative imperfections,
stranded and circling the top of our minds.
that, later on, become facts,
judging us, mocking us, teasing us.
Once the word "depression" enters in,
there's no way of getting it out.
It resides within your deepest of memories,
"am I really good enough?"
However, we never realize the fact that,
these are just thoughts.
They are meant to play with us.
But when these thoughts come and haunt us in reality,
It kills our emotions the most,
depriving us of life.
this poem is just a "thought".
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