I stared in the cracked mirror, I trace my eyes over my scars.
They are battles I've struggled from.
Are they valid?
My mind is a mess, I can't think straight.
i can't focus, I can't stay still, I can't. My mind is always racing.
I can't focus or I'm too focused.
I eat too much or not at all.
I drink until it drains the pain I had prior.
I stay up all day or all night.
I hate going outside.
Are they laughing at me?
Are they judging me?
Do they hate me?
Am I enough?
Do I look pretty?
Is this enough?
I work too much or not at all.
I overwork myself until i'm drained and mentally exhausted.
My mind drowns me with self hate and I constantly crave praise and affirmations.
Who am I?
Do I have my own personality?
Why do I mirror people's personalities?
Who am I meant to be?
I hate this, I hate my mind, I hate me.Word Count; 170
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Unspoken (Emotional Creative Writing)
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