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who am i
i’ve lost my sense of self,
my sense of reality went with it.
what’s real? what’s fake?
who am i?
i fear that mental help,
will make me lose myself further.
what if who i am,
is all because of my illness.
when i look in the mirror,
who am i looking at?
is that how others see me?
is that who i really am?
when people like me,
is it for the real me?
or is it for the me that my illness made up,
the me that i created from the trauma.
when i get the help i need,
will everyone leave?
will i change?
who will i become?
who am i?
who was i meant to be?
is this the real me?
am i real?
my sense of reality went with it.
what’s real? what’s fake?
who am i?
i fear that mental help,
will make me lose myself further.
what if who i am,
is all because of my illness.
when i look in the mirror,
who am i looking at?
is that how others see me?
is that who i really am?
when people like me,
is it for the real me?
or is it for the me that my illness made up,
the me that i created from the trauma.
when i get the help i need,
will everyone leave?
will i change?
who will i become?
who am i?
who was i meant to be?
is this the real me?
am i real?
Published 10th Jun 2022
Author's Note
these are just kinda questions i’ve been thinking about for awhile i guess, there’s no rhyme or reason it’s just kinda word vomit if i’m being honest.
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