Take these words
Strip them of their colour
Then bind them tight round my hands
Twisted tight, one over the other
Bleach me clean of all my hues
All of the reds and maybe some of the blues
Leave me to be stained a sickly yellow
My voice pale, my words, mellow
Hand pluck all my stains
Leave yourself with a blank slate
Say that you'll help me but leave me on the shelf
Because I'm much easier when replaced with your version of myself
Put me in a room
And whirl me around
A delicate spin cycle
But not even pieces of me are to be found
Context: this is about my words being taken the wrong way or not being heard properly, especially when all mental health professionals are adults and so to advocate for yourself is really difficult and doesn't always work.
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All's Fair In Love And Lesbian Poetry
Thơ caA poetry book written by myself about my own experiences and feelings and emotions.
