Is there a distinction,
Between i and another?
Healthy and sick,
Like mother- like daughter
Can it be passed down
This insanity
From one generation
To another?
Down the bloodline,
Silenced like a bug
Brushed under the rug
Like a disease
Is it that bad to talk about?
Am i another breed?
Someone lesser, more fragile?
To be made fun of.
Well I'm done.
I'm done hiding behind a veil of happy
I'm done pretending
To be like she and he
I'm done feeling insignificant
If you want me
Take me as i am
Me and this disease,
That i will soon conquer.
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Little Things
عشوائيthese will be one shots, short stories, poems, basically anything that i write that doesn't go into a story of mine.
