A cigarette amongst asthmatics
Is how I seem to be
A crack on a polished window
It's what the people see
A hangnail, quite painful
Among manicures oh so clean
A terrifying nightmare
After a week of hopeful dreams
A guitar string out of tune
It's just how I seem to feel
A tadpole amongst the frogs
Are my assumptions real?
Blend in or stand out
Where I lie; it's hard to tell
Do I make heads turn, whispering
In this lie of a shell?
Or am I doing swell
In this body from hell
So well that nobody can tell
That I'm unwell?
Perhaps I have succeeded in this
My forced expression of bliss
As people see me kiss
My lover
As a woman
Although
It isn't the case
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phosphenes
PoetryA collection of poems about mental health, identity and love. TW AND CW FOR POSSIBLY TRIGGERING TOPICS.
