i look at my reflection in the mirror
and notice the changes.
puffy eyes from my mind spinning too quickly
chubby cheeks filled out from extra substance
trails of stretchmarks are painted on me like a map to nowhere
i never know where they're going
and i'm too afraid to ask.
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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.
