I haven't always been a cold person
Or have I?
It's hard to figure out who you are,
When you can't control the shifting.
The mask never comes off anymore,
It is hard to remove it when it's stuck with every ounce of superglue.
Confusing my fake persona,
Am I the fake person I pretend to be?
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Whispers Longing for Serenity - Poetry Book
PoetrySometimes the weight of being human is so deep and heavy. It is hard to navigate life, and sometimes your heart is even heavier. If you add in any type of neurodivergency, you are like a bird who's fallen into the water taken by a tsunami. Trying to...
