I'm given a constant reminder;
A soundless silent reminder
That I do not exist
I tell her I'm real, but she always persist
I'm not real...
That's just how it is.
So I wait and I wonder
The belief of my mother
My entire existence is one huge blunder
I wait for a change
But that change is deranged
Another constant reminder;
A soundless silent reminder.
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Shorts, Poems, and Imagines
Poetry"It's exhausting to fight a war inside your head every single day." -Micki Ann
