I made a poem about how I feel. What

I gave an inch they took a mile,

They kicked me down I just smiled.

They beat me down onto the ground,

This new place is comforting I found.

after some point I began to realize,

This isnt real its all inside.

Ive made this up out of sticks and rocks ,

All my pleasures and my deepest thoughts.

I hate to wonder what will happen,

If I decide to stay trapped in.

Others wont know if Im hurting it seems,

They all ways think Im only beems.

All they see is nothing sad,

Just a smiling face that always seems glad.

The happiest smile may show the brightest of eyes,

But then you dont realize the torcher they face inside there minds.

Whatever happens when the storm is no longer slower?

I would say in my experience that we feel like we want this life to be over.