What is it like
Someone may ask
It is like there is two in one
Except for me, several in one
One to tell me how im pretty
One to tell me how im strong
One to tell me how I need them
Oh I needed them,
But I need them to make me pretty, strong, and dependent
Because what is the worth of a girl
Short, ugly, and weak
There is no help
Besides them;
The dark voices in my head.
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Poems Of A Crazy Mind
Poetrydepression, anxiety, insomnia, schizophrenia, suicide, ed's... all put into poems.
