I don't know whats wrong with me
they say I look normal,
but I don't feel it.
I feel trapped in the prison called my mind.
I hear and fear everything.
I understand why people have called me toxic before.
Heck I act psychotic for no reason sometimes.
Then I'm normal as can be.
Begging for forgiveness.
It was probably nothing but I still needed to know.
did I fuck it all up?
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A Journey Past Our Solar System: Poetry of a Borderline
PoetryA Journey Past Our Solar System is mostly confessional poetry of my life in the few last years, structures of a dysfunctional family, in the middle of dealing with mental illness. A tragedy in the making of my brain turning into coal, ready to burn...
