"I want the truth."
You can't handle it.
"Please… just tell me."
You can’t fuckin' help me—
If you knew what I do
I'd ruin everything you ever knew
“I’m a therapist…”
What if SpongeBob was never happy,
But his smile was a coping mechanism?
What if every annoying “Yehhahahaha!” was a cry?
Patrick, please help me.
Sandy, I’m hurting.
I need you to hear this cry
Beyond my laugh and smile.
What if he works for Mr. Krabs for free
Because he needs some acceptance—
Begging Squidward for friendship
Because he needs someone smarter to save him?
Maybe that’s why it hurts so much
When that boy cries.
Because he don’t shed tears.
He suppressed everything…
For years.
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Author:
nehemiah adams (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Maybe everything isn't what it seems
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Comments2
Things are not always what they appear, illusions occur and misunderstandings as well. Nicely written
Thank youuuu
We cannot always see what is happening and they are not always as they appear, many people cry on the inside, very relatable write
Thank you alot I genuinely appreciate your comments
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