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Sometimes I feel as if my emotions swallow me whole.
Forever being optimistic in every situation leaves,
me forever being dragged down the stairs by
disappointment after disappointment.
Optimism < Disappointment

Yet, I smear on a smile because well,
that's what everyone else needs.
As a child I was always told
to put others before myself in
any and every situation.
Others > Me

The tears flow ever freely down
my cheeks leaving a salty puddle
on my shirt. There is no freedom in
my tears. They ironically leave me dry.
There has to be a way out of
this void, I pray for God to take
it all away, but nothing.
Tears > Freedom

I need something from someone,
but asking for things isn't my style.
Asking for things is needy and weak
and honestly I never want to be
either of those. I'd rather
stay here in the stomach of
what swallowed me.
Pride > Help