But what if they don’t like my presence?
What if their little brains are filled up
With my stupid voice, my jokes put in a single sentence?
Avoiding an arrow, avoiding a person,
Personality lost, disorder fixed up.
What if it – What if I worsen?
Eating a heart and a lollipop.
But listen to me I won’t act…
Like I’m one of them!
I just won’t be there to interact.
Cluster C you clusterfuck,
Inadequacy, low self-esteem, anxiety.
Bad luck, got suck.
Humiliated, ridiculed likeability.
Self-imposed cages.
Hypersensitivity to my family.
Extreme disgust of persons.
Do not touch me.
Can’t fit in
Hate myself
Can’t trust ‘em
Hate yourself.
Self-conscious
Self-critical
Self-perceptive
Selfish and cynical.
Low functioning,
Hit me like one of your boxes.
Inferiority.
Disembodied fantasy.
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Cracks in the Pavement
ŞiirA poetry project consisting on *trying* to describe some personally selected mental disorders, in well, rhymes. These poems are original and... weird. My style is different, to say the least. I hope nonetheless that you enjoy this compilation from s...
