Insecurities

 

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Introduction

Once upon a time, there was a young boy called Marc. He suffers from a mental illness called Depression. He got this along with some other insecurities since he started secondary school. When he started secondary school, he was really self conscious that he would never fit in with the popular people and for some reason he was bullied from the second day of school onwards; it wasn't even officially the first day of school, it was on the first two days where the new year 7s were introduced to the school for them to settle in. Unfortunately, because of the bullying, he has many mixed emotions which cannot be cured like a virus.

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Apathy

There he is once again,
Lonely, broken, unloved,
No one cares about him,
He can try and try to tell someone,
But they will never care,
They just don't know what he is about,
They just don't know how to act towards him,
They just don't know what to say to him,
 
He still stands there,
Lonely, broken, unloved,
He feels broken inside,
He feels sorrow inside,
He feels despair inside,
But most of all, he feels loneliness inside,
How can such a poor soul live this way,
He hides it so well because he doesn't want anyone to think of him as a freak,
He knows that nobody will care,
Or even give a fuck,
But he tries anyway,
And yet he fails every single time,
 
He still stands there,
Alive but dead,
Unbroken but broken,
Happy but sad,
He doesn't want to do this anymore,
He think that everyone would be better off without him,
His life has no importance or purpose,
But it's all over now,
As he doesn't stand there anymore.
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Intuition

Somethings not right,
All around me I hear whispers,
I get looks,
I feel hated,
I look at everyone thinking that they love me and care for me,
But I hear the word "gay",
I thought to myself why would they call me that,
What have I done?
I'm not gay,
Do they hate me?
I haven't done anything,
Are they using this word to make me feel like a minority,
 
I don't know,
 
Instantly they start laughing at me,
Pointing fingers as if they were accusing me of something,
They start shouting "gay, gay, gay",
I start saying "No I'm not" still thinking that I was their mate,
Someone shouts "Dude!",
I look round smiling until he says "Oh wait, you're a dudette",
 
They start laughing,
I start crying.
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Accountability

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Forgiveness

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Termination

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