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A Burble About Mental Illness

By Cameron L.Published 6 years ago 1 min read
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I don't know who I am supposed to be.

The person everyone seems to expect of me is suffocating.

I am not Her.

I am barely Him.

Why can't I just... be?

Is there no space left in-between for me?

There is too much of me. Not enough.

I am far too loud,

I am too soft spoken.

My hair is too long but I can't cut it any shorter.

I am Not Masculine Enough,But my face is too soft to be Androgynous.

I feel like a forest fire and tropical storm raging against each other.

I am too cold, I am too hot.Volatile and nonsensical.

I don't like who I am because too many people took pieces of me without asking. What do I fill these empty spaces with? I try to grab hold of something,But somehow I end up giving more away to boys with the most beautiful brown eyes.

It's too loud in my head but the drums stopped thundering a long time ago. The white noise is overwhelming.

If I died when I was a child, why am I still alive?People who had no right to be Heroes just wanted to be praised,But I won't say thank you when I didn't want to be saved.

I am here now, and the next train out of town isn't coming for awhileSo I will stay tonight and enjoy the party while it lasts,But when it's time to go...

I won't hesitate.

The thing about asking Death to pick you up early is that if something stops him from taking you,

it's only temporary;

He'll be back eventually.

I am not scared of angels. The worst Monsters I know are human,My self included. I know my intentions are good, But I have a bad habit of getting distractedAnd by time I realize I've made a mistake,It's too late.

I am not anything.

I don't want to be, except maybe compost for a garden, Or a flower stretching towards the sun;Roots digging for the moisture in the dirt. I've only just learned to notice all the color in the world.

I am not empty or full.Not ready, or unprepared. Not at peace, but all my wars have become muffled.

I don't grow except externally, i don't change enough to be better.

I am just sleepwalking, unsure and anxious,Trying to find answers.

But I am determined to find them.

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Cameron L.

Agender loser with big dreams

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