Who are YOU


I am not a real person

I am an outer shell,

wrapped in a mind that wants to be separate.

I am skin and fat and blood and dust.

I am thoughts and decisions that no one understands, not even i.

I am impulses and overwhelming needs.

I am irrational ideas and scattered thoughts.

I am a broken soul caged to a cold bed.

I am am monster curled up in the dark corner.

I am fragile glass about to be shattered.

I am a burden, confused, and disordered.

I am skin and bones taking up too much space.

I am nothing but dead matter. 


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