In my mind lives a different person,
She never struggles as much as I do,
I give her all I desire,
All that I could never have.
Beauty, money, love, luxury.
Comfort, joy, fame, support.
She's a healthy girl that I nurtured in my head.
She's been here, growing since I was young,
I wanted to be her.
I wished, I prayed and tried to be her,
I couldn't.
So I made her up, and pretended she was I.
That it was I who had eyes like an ocean,
Teeth like pearls.
Body like a goddess,
Hair like a waterfall,
Skin like a newborn baby.
She goes by many names,
She lives in various houses,
She has various lovers.
All a story that I have control of.
Control,
Something I want to have over my life.
I want all the good things in life.
Call me greedy but I do.
I am sick and tired of imperfection,
Failure and struggle.
In my mind,
I feel like a mindless zombie,
Circling the same place,
Chasing brains that I will never get.
In my mind,
I make up things to feel better,
To calm the storm,
To start it too.
In my mind,
I am the master and the slave,
The creator and the destroyer,
The angel and the devil.
I hate it but I need it.
I need to constantly feed myself lies,
To tell myself that I am okay,
That I am pretty,
And at the same time,
To tell myself that I am not okay,
That I am ugly and mean and selfish.
So much for the perfect me in my head.
In my mind,
Things are distorted and grey,
Yet perfect and shimmering.
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The brain is such a complex station... you never know where the off or on button is.
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شِعرA book of poems; a collection. About what? A young teenager just wanting a happy life.