Mental Health...
It is a part of me I wish I understood
Nonetheless, others refuse to
Contemplating my existence
Whether or not this is the definition of me
Or simply an attribute
Wondering if everyone is against me
Or if its all in my head
If I am really feeling this way
Or if it is just a way of life
I dreamt what life would be like
If I did not think this way
Lost and Incomplete
Broken...
Those are what come to mind
For the longest time
I strived for perfection
Yet, all this time I was staring right at it
My reflection was enough
To symbolize my strength and courage
Reasoning as to my existence
Perfection...
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