Dirty Dishes
Kenya Stephens 1995 (Van Wert)
As the voices in my head got evil, the dishes were starting to pile up.
Just how I handle my problems, I hide them.
That's what I did with the plates.
Out of sight, out of mind mindset kind of vibe.
For days they start to disappear.
Once I begin to feel better that's when you scream for the missing things.
Guilt takes over and I'm ashamed for what I've done.
You belittle me making it even harder for me to walk out of my door.
I freeze up and back into the hole I go.
How can I tell you that I'm not lazy.
I'm not nasty.
I'm not gross.
I'm lost.
I'm depressed.
I'm lonely.
I accept the fact that you will never understand but just because I accept it doesn't mean it doesn't still hurt.
I'm sorry.
About this poem
The joys of being depressed around those who don't understand the not so trendy parts. My depression makes me a slave to my bed and room. She holds me a hostage. I don't like to be around anyone. Not even for a split second. This is part of my problems being depressed.
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Written on April 16, 2022
Submitted by kenya_s on March 16, 2022
Modified on March 17, 2023
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| Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
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| Words | 159 |
| Stanzas | 3 |
| Stanza Lengths | 9, 6, 1 |
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