Am I found in my crooked smile I've learned to love?
Or if I connect the freckles upon my face, will I discover a clue?
Maybe if I look deep enough into my eyes, I'll find the gold flecks that lies with my worth, then maybe I'll know.
Am I found in my weird theories I'm scared to tell?
Or my peculiar love for the word peculiar?
Maybe if I tried to find the pattern of the roller coaster, I call depression, I'll find me?
Am I found in the pills I swallow everyday to make me feel whole?
Or when those same pills make me feel like an empty, blank, waste of space?
Maybe I'll ask my anxiety when it lays at my bedside, if it knows the answer I'm looking for.
Am I found somewhere between my lies and my secrets?
Or when some days, I can't seem to form words, because I can't think of words for how I feel.
So instead I stare blankly a far and reassure them I'm fine?
Tell me, do you think that's a lie?
Am I me for feeling brave for keeping my secrets, or is that just my mask?
Or am I me, on the nights where my silence is screaming while I wait for the right time?
Maybe there is never the right time, but I'll leave that for tomorrow.
Today I'll try to solve the puzzle of my mind to answer my question, who am I?
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Wild Nightmares Fueled By Anxiety Attacks
PoetryIt's just some poems I come up with. There some if everything; mostly sad, some confused, some mad. It's more of to just write what's on my mind. Some poems are more I need to get it of my chest and other I feel like I need to talk about a problem. ...
