I look at myself and wonder
How did I come to be this way?
Was this who I am?
Who I wasn't?
Who I strived to be?
I felt as if I was hollow
Asking a husk of myself
If I was myself
For years upon years
I avoided mirrors
To avoid the visage that I swore wasn't me
But then one day
I saw my reflection
Eyes red
And tears down my cheeks
I died inside
But decided to come alive
And truly find who I am
Validity is only me
And I rise
Like a Phoenix
And from the ashes of my old self
My fake self
My masked self
I am reborn
To then become
What I was always meant to be
Me
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A Mental Trip
PoetryThe poems of a depressed nonbinary POC throughout high school, into college, and through first loves and toxic relationships. Hopefully, this shows people that they are not alone in their pain and that there can be something better on the other si...
