Don’t let it stain you for longer than it as to
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a poem about frustration

Don’t let it stain you for longer than it as to

How It Feels

Lately,

I’ve been struggling.

My head has been

Drowning me,

I thought it was the right thing to do.

To get help

I’ve been asked how it felt

To tell someone

Everything

That I have kept inside

For all this time

How do you tell someone what’s wrong

When you, yourself,

Do not know?

You simply

Don’t.

That is, you don’t until they press on you so hard that the truth

Spills

From your throat.

The place it’s been trapped for months.

Then, they give you a compass

Made of the shiniest gold,

Hope,

Not a fingerprint made on its surface,

And tell you to find your way North.

But the moment it hits your hand the needle spins in

Chaotic circles along with your mind

The gold turns to corroded brass

Green stains mark your hand branding you a traitor to your own body,

And the person who gave it to you has disappeared, leaving you

Alone.

So incredibly alone.

Now you’re stuck, surrounded by what feels like

Nothing.

What feels like too much, and at the same time

Not enough.

There is no sun in the sky,

No stars to navigate

And the only thing you see is unfamiliarity

That you have no choice but to walk into.

Circling back on yourself you lose more and more hope,

The compass has stopped spinning

But your mind Hasn't.

Don’t let it stain you for longer than it as to

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