Who truly knows what happens after death? Certainly not the living... This poem is about how children are so eager to grow up yet clueless as to what it means to be an adult. It's also about how they instill their trust into adults so of course they'll believe in God... But aren't we equally as ignorant if we've never experienced death ourselves?

This work is a reflection of my thoughts. My biggest problem right now is derealization/depersonalization disorder. (DPDR) is mental disorder in which the person has persistent or recurrent feelings of depersonalization or derealization. It is described as feeling disconnected and detached from one's self. - As if your life is a movie and you are floating around in your own world, unattached and disconnected from your body and physical self. I first started experiencing DPDR when I was 11. It was such a foreign and confusing feeling. I felt as if my entire mentality had been invaded by something I was too young to comprehend. I expected it to be a temporary episode that would be gone before the next day. Well, 7 years later and it's still hitting pretty hard. I've done a lot of research and found that it stems from anxiety and stress. I feel the effects of DPDR 24/7. Not once has it completely subsided.. For years I've ignored it and acted like everything was alright because I knew people were getting tired of listening to me complain about it. I've been to multiple doctors but nothing has really helped. This is something I have accepted but will never welcome. I often feel consumed but writing is one of my escapes.

Sometimes you just need a different perspective. Inspired by Abdullah Shoaib's Poem "ytterp Ugly"