“people have it much worse than me.”
that’s what comes out of my mouth
every therapy session as i shove every issue
to the bottom of a pit that i hope no one sees.
the pit is getting too full.
the pit is overflowing.
the pit is now visible to everyone.
my issues spill out like plastic,
the shit that just won’t decompose.
“people have it much worse than me.”
i keep saying it, i know it’s not the truth.
i know it’s not a competition;
why does it keep coming out?
my issues feel fraudulent.
this feels like the biggest scam pulled off.
i wasn’t hit as a child,
i wasn’t hurt.
my parents still love each other,
they never argue.
why do i ache so much?
why does the pit keep growing?
the pit never clears.
About the Creator
caylynn
canadian. adhd. lgbtq+.
writing brings me joy! if you read anything i post on here, thank you from the bottom of my heart.
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