Dysphoria Poetry

Dysphoria Poetry

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Feeling uncomfortable in your own body is one of the worst pains those of us who are young, old, or simply confused could ever experience. That being said, it isn't something many others understand, especially within small towns or religious places, and is often bottled up. So I simply created an outlet for myself that I know some people will understand and some won't. And that's okay; I understand very little myself, but this oughta help me figure it out. If you're reading this, I hope you find happiness and can't relate to the emotional turmoil trans people (like I), dissociative people, and maybe just insecure people, experience on a day to day basis. And, keep in mind, I can always be an outlet to others. There's nothing wrong with having a different story. No matter what you're going through, each event is to be held to the same standard as the next, and these feelings can't be repressed like I used to try and do. Stay healthy, drink water and take binder breaks. You're beautiful, inside and out.
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Sometimes when I say "I'm okay", I want someone to look me in the eyes, hug me tight and say, "I know you're not". I have felt like this many times in my life; as a kid, teenager and as an adult. I have seen many things in my life and felt even more things that has been horribly depressing... But I got up. I stood up to walk on for another day. I dealt with my emotional amnesia the only way I knew I could and that was by writing it out into poetry. I wanted to forget my pain and forget what I was going through. I needed that cut of the blade or a pill to drink to take everything away. My poetry became both my pill and my blade... Now I share the most intimate part of myself with the world. The part of me I kept hidden in the closet. The part I never thought I would ever present to the world. Now is the time I have to stop having amnesia about my emotions. It is time to learn, to better myself and to stand up and remember the things that I shut out like a voluntary amnesia all these years. Those who are offended after reading this - f**k you! If you are sad with me and willing to cut your wrist - I know how you feel! If you just enjoy the words - I love you! #679 in Poetry on 17/03/2018 #779 in Poetry on 18/03/2018 #807 in Poetry on 19/03/2018 #474 in Poetry on 22/03/2018

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