Melancholy is my state of mind.
In my mind mania is what you find.
On the outside I’m collected.
Organized and well connected.
I’m tall, yet built.
Forgiven, filled with guilt.
Fat, yet thin,
With very pale skin.
People seem to like me.
So why don’t I like me?
In the advertisement age,
I see what I should be,
On the front page.
We lie to ourselves to get by.
We say that we want to die.
Shouldn’t that be a clear sign of strife?
When our society would choose death over life.
Yet I understand.
The call of the void touches us all.
Death is not a blessing.
It is a curse.
Primitive Poetry 
I love to dance! So take my hand, please waltz with me, and let’s spin together, we can be macabre company.
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I like the depth of your poem and the beautiful rhymes. Thank you for the follow. Much appreciated.
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Thank you, this particular poem was fun yet difficult to write.
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Well, it is a great accomplishment. I really enjoyed it.
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This is honesty! Thanks for sharing.
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Thank you for the comment. I found myself enjoying writing this one because of the honesty in it. This is much more real and I think it speaks towards the state of society, which is not exactly fun to think about.
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Awww this is so captivating! Love your wordsđź’—
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Thank you, this one was super fun yet difficult to write. Sort of hit me hard.
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But you did it beautifully!
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I’m glad I came across this. It really spoke to me today!
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Good! It’s always a blessing to hear that these words impacted somehow
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