there once was a princess
whose heart was painted with bruises
and no matter how hard she tried
she couldn't hide the scars
and the wolves kept on coming
scratching and clawing
till she turned around
and planted her feet
hoping to grow roots into the dirt
then perhaps she could become
queen of the earth
but there's only so much pain
one person can take
so when a frost-bitten hand
reached out to her offering peace
she had to take it
then the ice from this friend
penetrated her blood, flooding her veins
until her skin turned blue
until she couldn't feel a thing
so when her enemies came back
they couldn't break in
and even her friends
she wouldn't let in
so in her frozen fortress
she sat on her throne
closed off from the world
ruling alone.
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mayhem.
Poetrya collection of poetry that delves into the longing and freedom that comes with growing up as an undiagnosed bipolar, and how it feels to come out on the other side.
