You see me walking, but ... Inside I am running.
I am out experiencing nature, but ... in reality I am caged in my anxiety just trying to breathe.
I appear to be living life in full color, but ... everything is in black and white and I can not see the grey.
You can feel the warmth of the sun on your skin, but ... I feel all eyes burning on my flesh, every muscle tighten and my stomach wretch.
I appear to casually stroll down the road of life, but ... all I want to do is run and hide because all I hear is laughter, pointing fingers, blame, guilt and shame.
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My Dissolution
PoetryA collection of rants, poems, dreams and thoughts about living with chronic illness and multiple mental disorders.
