From your choppy steps to your fragmented words and the awkward pauses, figuring how to leave the scary stuff out; I notice how you've changed. Can you tell me what they say, the voices in your head and why you're so afraid of them? Tell me why you let them do this to you, why you let them see you this way in such disgust; with your scrunched up nose and shaky body, trying to hold posture as if it weren't normal to be weak at times.
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This Thing Called Okay
Non-FictionSelf awareness through different forms of poetry.
