fights with my mind
A poem about the intensity and convolution of an unstable mindset, by Zoe Frenchman
Each day starts
Trying not to fall apart
Trying to escape from the dark
Trying not to set off
My mental alarm
Trying not to cause myself harm
The complexity
And intensity
Of my instability
And insecurity
Is almost incomprehensible
To someone sensible
My clothes don’t fit
And I feel sick
And I’d like to cry
But I’m not sure why
Looking through my phone
Reminds me I’m alone
I feel it in my bones
I’m about to lose all control
The medication helps
But it can’t fix my sense of self
It won’t change the hand cards I’ve been dealt
It can’t reverse the pain that’s made my heart melt
I can’t always rely on others
To pull me out from under
The thick, gray covers
Of deep-rooted bummer
I’d love to explore
But I have nowhere to go
I always implore
For something more
But I don’t know
If it’s for sure
That I deserve
Anything of worth
I long to see
The version of me
Who’s confidently
And beautifully
A visionary
A legendary
A captivating
Inspiration
I’ll be there one day
As long as it may take
The day the pain
Even starts to fade
Is the day I know I’ll be okay
Which will be a day to celebrate
I spend so much time
Fighting with my mind
And detangling the intertwined
Misaligned
Undefined
Thoughts and emotions of a wild ride
My insight is sharp
And I know that I’m smart
So why is it so hard
To completely depart
The mentality of cynicism
And hold on to the optimism?
About the Creator
zoe frenchman
I’m Zoe, I’m 21, and I’m an aspiring writer, filmmaker, musician, & mental health advocate. I’m a poet and content writer currently enrolled in the Creative Writing BFA program at Full Sail U!
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