Self-Diagnosed
You've seen the scars on my body,
Felt them...
Kissed them...
Called them beautiful.
You've seen me at my worst,
Comforted me...
Talked to me...
Called me worthy.
You've seen the pain that I've been through,
The hell...
The depression...
Called it temporary.
Yet now you get to see something new in me,
A side you haven't seen...
Because now, you've called it fake.
You won't see me in pain,
Now you'll see anger...
I'll never understand, how you could see it up close...
And then get to say,
It was self-diagnosed.
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Blind Poets
PoetryPoetry for those who find both comfort and discomfort in the dark. - Em Instagram: @em.g_4 WARNING This book includes references to sensitive topics such as suicide, depression, struggles with mental health and so on.
