Though I often feel so small, I know I will never feel weightless
I search for answers through other people's words, other people's pages
I try to listen to myself, but my thoughts are not my own
How could I learn trust myself when my body is not my home?
I look in the mirror, to find only an enemy
Someone that is fighting themselves, why is that person me?
I give out pieces of myself, handing them out to strangers
Giving them kindness, love, and more, but for myself I leave only anger
Though I often feel so small, I know I will never feel weightless
(From the Beginning)
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To Touch My Mind
PoesiaTo touch my mind is a work in progress, an exploration of thoughts and feelings as a person tries to grow. Take what applies, leave what doesn't.
