April 6th

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To thine self be true
Someone wrote this on my to go box and it's stuck with me. It hasn't been more then a few days I think it will be here for a while.

sometimes I find myself trying to change what I am so others don't find me strange
When the occasion arises I must remind myself
Remind myself that trying to be normal
what ever that may be
Brought nothing but an uneasy stomach
Normal is different in every perception so what is it at all
Why try at something that doesn't exist outside of the mind
Why change the person you see in the mirror for those not looking

Note to self
The mind can say what ever it wants with its endless chatter
Come up with lies and false truths
Things that aren't outside the world above the shoulders
Things you want to believe although sometimes far from true
It's not a bad thing to say the fears that sometimes arrive
Not a burden for not putting up with what lies behind the eyes

tales of the mind
A poem about how scary things can be with mental health/when your mind plays tricks on you

I don't know when it started
Not the first one or this time around
sometimes I can only tell i'm slipping when i've already stared to fall
It's terrifying I don't know if it ever won't be
To not know if your reality isn't the same as all the others
Not being able to tell if what you just heard was a false call or something to worry about
Hearing the people yell or seeing them watch in the corner of your eye
feeling the bugs crawl across you skin
Feeling yourself get more disconnected as time moves along
For the most part I can tell what's real and what's not but that doesn't mean much
that doesn't mean i'm not scared or sleepless

when times are good
When the sun shines I have trouble seeing the past hardships of the night
The sun is shining today that means it must be and endless
That the brightness will never runs out
Maybe it's not such A bad perspective but when evening comes I still find myself disappointed by the cycles of life

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