Separate my real life from the cover,
but the borderline is lost in snow.
Gotta find my way out of the storm,
reach the edge and break out of the cold.
My feelings and disguises blend
into one solid mass of color.
And I search through rainbow webs,
desperate to recover.
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Borderline Spiraling
PoetryCollection of poems written from a place of confusion from a child who feels different, unable to participate in life because of the darkness in their mind and in their body. Trigger warning - may contain themes of self harm, verbal abuse/toxic rela...
