Story Part 4

Now,

Two years later,

And I'm falling down again,

Into that bottomless pit,

With walls made of slippery sand.

But this time I've found out,

The truth behind the curtain,

That not all was okay,

And I wasn't making it up.

I know now that I'll be okay,

So long as I learn to cope,

But first I had to come to know,

That these feelings aren't normal.

Finally,

Now that I'm fourteen,

I've been diagnosed,

With anxiety.

Yet they still won't understand,

Refuse to see,

They think that,

This is some master plan,

And that in time,

I will come clean,

And they'll find out,

Just how right they seem.

And yes,

They're absolutely right,

I'll come clean in time,

And I'll tell them about my fight.

I'll tell them the role they played,

As the big,

Bad,

Guys.

I'll tell them that my happiness,

Has always been a disguise.

I'll tell them that I'm so mad,

I can't put it into words,

And apart from these too long poems,

I haven't ever had the guts to.

It seems the moment that I've put this down,

It's suddenly real,

And my feelings aren't so profound.

Millions of people,

Feel my way,

And struggle through their every day.

I want them to know,

There's someone out there,

Who's made it to the other side,

And is nice enough to care.