A Teen’s Troubling Times

I hear the angry voices inside my mind.
When will I begin to find
Their voices move the wind chime.
Depression builds up over time.
What the world calls mine.
I gain anger with every line.
It doesn't want me to die.
I always just wonder, "Why?"
I am stuck in endless pain.
My head feels like lit propane.
"Loser" is my new name.
I always will take the blame.
For stuff, I didn't say,
Didn't do, well, I am blamed anyway.
So, I may as well take it.
They grab my soul and break it.
My peers,
My fears,
My best friend,
And my happiness, pretend.

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