Who Am I
poem by:
Olivia Fletcher
Written
on Mar 21, 2017
Some mornings I wake up And I don't feel like me It's like someone cut open my skin And crawled inside my body I feel like a zombie Walking through a world that joyful and lively My mind is full of dust and clouds Shes just not fucking functioning Most people describe the way I feel As depression and sadness But to me, its more like Fatigue, empty, and madness What triggers these days Of not being me? Is it the stress? The exhaustion? But that all seems so novelty No one ever really gets How this shit makes me feel They don't understand the craziness And the mood swings my mind instills Maybe one day I will get better Or maybe I will always be like this Sometimes those thoughts make me scared To have a husband and kids Will I be able to be The woman a family needs? Because I want nothing more Than a family to lead I wish I had the answers To what the fucks wrong with my mind I just hope one day I can wake up every morning Knowing who I'll find
Tags: rhyme, depressing, hope,
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Geoffrey Brewer commented:
You are you. But you can be many personalities. There is no single 'true', 'real' one. It's alright. We all do it. Embrace whoever you are being at that time.
Robert Kohlhammer
commented:
A good piece of writing, a piece to channel all your energies and write what you feel.
