Pomegranate Seeds at Modnight

XVIII

I am still me.

Even if my mind is an oil spill of mental disorders,

Even if my tongue spills out lies that are used for friends to relate to me,

Even if my heart is anxiously beating,

Even if my lungs fail to operate when I need them the most,

I am still me.

I am the least stable person inside, but outside I am a character that is sarcastic and loud around my friends.

I am the least stable person inside, who has allowed the wrong people peer into my mind in the past.

I am the least stable person inside, but I am still me.

I am still that bubbly, sarcastic, quirky girl you befriended.

I am still me.