“Stay away,” they’ll say
“She doesn’t think right,”
“She has horrible visions,
incomprehensible to the mind.”
She is disorder
She is me
A single thought blossoms
into sweet insanity
She fears the worst,
the things you can’t see
She is disorder,
what I don’t want to be
She is the bad thoughts
in between dark and light
She is the prophecy
bringer of blight
She is the blood
that somehow got on your hands
She is the thing you’ll never understand
She is the terrible thing that will happen
If I don’t walk quite right
She is the impending doom and death
If I ever try to grasp the light
She is the blanket of security
manipulating me
saying I’m just fine
She is the debilitating thing
trying to help me
but failed
She is disorder
She is me
She’s the thing they warned you of
She is a hoarder
She can’t see
She is the girl who can’t be loved
She is the girl who no one loves
She is the girl they warned you of
She is a freak who’ll stay unloved
Comments
I had to take a break after reading, I was so overcome by emotion. This is so well written, and it really made me feel heard in a way that I’m not used to. If this was written from experience, I’m so sorry for what you’ve been through. You are so talented!
Thank you so much!
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