When the test told me
I had a dueling personality
My heart sank inside
Which me would I hide
When I look in the mirror
Which one of us should I fear
Which one should I embrace
Or should I continue to mask my face
A new character for everyone that I meet
A chameleon that blends in, so indiscreet
Or should I show everyone who I am
That I'm broken and stuck like a paper jam
Be a copy of a copy of an original
Keep opinions to myself, remain vigil
Or be the authentic masterpiece
So all my anxiety can finally release
As I look in this unreflective mirror
I never once felt quite this queer
I've seem to never fit in to my own skin
But now my mind's discomfort will begin
Fighting rainclouds and madness
Sleep depriving monsters and sadness
Insecurities and addictive qualities
And trying to keep track of a variety of me's
So when the test told me
I was a walking mental disease
My soul sank inside
But somehow survived the ride
And I look into that mirror
And see everything so clear
I find in every version of me
There is something positive to see
So the test might say
What ever it may
In what I am I delight
And everything is gonna be alright
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This Is The Sad Part
PoetryA selection of poems I've written that represents my experience with depression, anxiety, and other mental health issues.
