Rambling Answers to Unspoken Questions

I used to be alive.

I guess I...died?

by whose hands?

designed with blue bands wrapped around my brain

They called me insane…

Though of course, They could hardly ascertain

The severity of their words or what they really meant.

I used to be a mirror

of everyone else's perception

only showing the shallow surface

That is accepted as a fact of worth…

my worthiness…

worthy of fact,

worthy of fact

Facts that are fiction are just mirrors of false perception

But I’m not sorry for my severity,

or what I really meant.

You must think this is nonsense.

It seems like jumbled up pieces of a puzzle that don’t quite fit

Together and show the whole picture.

nonsensical

nonsensical

nonsensical

No, sensical is just a substitute word

for those who are too afraid to live.

And this isn’t severity or just spiteful hate

of the girl who who lost herself because

she didn’t know who she was.

It’s something I’ve had to learn the meaning of myself.

I was wrong.

Being constantly elevated when surrounded by everyone else's shallow mirrors,

It Killed me faster than my mind could grasp the concept

of what that really meant for me.

I’m a puzzle with several pieces missing,

I’m a mirror constantly angled at my heart,

I’m a different person than the one you knew

because the one you knew died by my hands.

Not to slip away from life

But to become genuinely alive.

That's what I had meant.

Guess I should have saved you the trouble,

And said that at the beginning.