Depressed


So yesterday you told me I got so much,
hate in my heart.

Those views I expressed to you were a
reflection of my experience.

Nothing is black and white.
There's always a shade of grey beneath
the surface.
There's always a part of me that thinks I'm worthless.
on some days I feel almost next
to perfect.
One comment changes my whole perspective and we're back
to square one all over again.

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