I often do lay awake like many others. I might think or I might not. I may cry or I may laugh. I find my mind in perplexing puzzles. Now where did I leave the answers. I pick at scabs on my heart and suddenly my face grows warm. My body could begin to shake. Leaving me piled up in all the mistakes. I also lie perfectly still. Waiting for the thoughts to rush in. Instead I get a paranoid feeling. Why are the walls getting smaller. This room feels suffocating. I'm suddenly tired. I grow ill with each passing hour. My body knows the nightmares could be dour. How will I function in the morning. So much to do so little I care. Oh no I just remembered. I must've forgotten to water the flowers. They droop and drag in their pot. Oh how I wish I could take their spot. What will I wear tomorrow? Something that shouts who I am. Maybe I'll even post it on the gram. Worry over likes and who will comment. Tell me I'm pretty please feed my ego. Oh look it's a minute past one o'clock. Wonder how I'll ever wake at the time needed to be perfection. Oh silly me! Wasn't I just made that way! Of course. Wait no, they disagree. "Too fat!" "Too thin!". Will they ever leave me be? What should I change oh society please tell me? My hair? My face? Perhaps just my nose? Should I be slim in the waist but thick in the thighs? My my how will I ever achieve your standards that are ever so high? You say that if I look good all the boys will want me. My brains? Who cares!? Just learn to cook supper.
I often do lay awake like many others. And mainly I begin to wonder. How could I ever perceive myself that way? I can't, that's it. There's the answer! The puzzle is solved now I may resume my slumber.
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Broken Pieces
PoetryThis is a collection of my pain over the past 6 or so years. Writing has always been my outlet. While many of us suffer from mental illness everyone of us copes in different ways. My style advanced over the years so bare with me in the first few cha...
