I REALLY REALLY REALLY hate myself a way I feel about myself but it's just a feeling that no one cares it's very hard to explain my feelings to people cause they really don't understand that i'm sad is taking over I wish I had someone that understands me even my parents don't understand and I don't know if i can handle this anymore but i'm still afraid of death just a lot of piles and things to think about i just wish i were normaal and pretty like other girls

I 100℅ feel that same way you do.

Explanation:

Depression and insecurites have taken over my life, but please don't give up! if you ever need someone to talk to you can message me xx

what was the

b. the poet identifies with private people.

    in the stanza, dickinson states she doesn't wish to seek fame and recognition from the public eye. nor is she afraid of authority figures, and you can definitely tell she isn't hiding something. more as she identifies with private people, who are not known by the community