Unclear
I am unclear.
Like I'm being displayed through opaque glass.
But only to me.
For everyone else sees me as I am.
But different.
It's like I'm staring into a broken mirror
And I can't seem to make out the color of my eyes.
But I hear whispers from the outside.
Blue. Green. Grey.
It's as if everyone else is watching me in high definition.
Each a different version of me.
And through my eyes,
It's all too pixelated for me to see.
I am blind to who I am.
I am unclear.
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Anxiety & Apathy: A Collection Of Poems
Poetry- A Collection Of Poems - I tear myself to pieces And hope to be whole. ⚠ TRIGGER WARNING ⚠ Contains imagery and subjects of: - Self harm - Suicide - Disordered eating - Mental illness
