nessauniverse

Ireland

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I'm a 15-year-old writer from the middle of absolutely nowhere. Sometimes I like to kid myself and tell my friends I can write, other times I'm realistic and end up crying in my bathtub.

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Child of our time, our times have robbed your cradle
Sleep in a world,
Your final sleep
Has woken
-- Eavan Boland, Child of Our Time

You Are Not Yourself | #powerfulpoems

March 10, 2019

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You are not yourself, they say.

I ask, but if not me, then who am I?
Confusion beats in my chest like a sister heart
Drawing blood, running spiralling rivulets
through the gaping holes in
my soul.

You are not yourself, they say.

I reply, it is better somebody else than me
The eyes in the mirror are not my own yet
they speak my name
spinning my mind
f a r t h e r,
and farther away.

You are not yourself, they say.

I say, no, not today
Maybe I was never myself
and somebody else lived through me
Perhaps they'll leave and I'll be
free.

I am not myself.
No, not today.
 
The feeling is a bit hard to explain - it's the weird suspicion you get that you're not who you thought you were your whole life, and you're feeling a bit hopeless and empty. I'm not sure what to call it, but it's a bit like gender dysphoria, but not really lmao idk.

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  • .audrey michelle.

    this was beautiful! (do not say it was awful!) i felt every word of this, you poured life! good luck!


    9 months ago