I'm not myself when I take my medicines
three times a day, seven days a week
I swallow my pill-shaped personality
and it turns me into a lively, kind and content creature
a girl softer to handle, warmer to kiss
so no one wanted to listen when I bawled
about how much I've came to loathe her
because it's easier to love the imposter
when you've seen what hides beneath
and everybody likes her better
than they would ever like me.
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PoetryHello, my name is Lina. I've been writing shitty poetry since I was a little kid and, even if it makes me cringe sometimes I keep on writing it just because I have enough trauma to fuel it... So if you see that I update this book more than once or t...
