This poem collection is a depiction of two aspects of our mental state. One in which we feel and the other in which we imagine. That is how I first thought of it's title- 'Ain't The Fairytale.'
Fairytale is about unicorns and rainbows.
But we know...
She would fall apart, And cry for her broken heart. She would curse and cuss and cuss and curse, From all the mess and distress.
She would get lost in her thoughts again, Thoughts that have fallen apart with her broken heart. She would scream from the stress, Calling her life- messed and distressed.
She doesn't realize it's all in her head, Which is now neither living nor is dead. Her thoughts are in constant loops, One moment happy, one moment- oops!
She's hurt, she's in pain, she's feeling low, Who cares? No one will help or say- hello. She, trauma and anxiety- they're obsessed, For her life is a mess and is distressed.
But she's strong, she's brave, she stands alone, Who cares?! If no one helps, she has her throne. She is born a fighter, she'll fight- she pledged! Doesn't matter if her life is a mess or in distress.
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