i want to write
a happy poem
but
the ink of this pen
is color gray
and blue*

©IGMS

I found myself in front of the mirror
I saw someone who looked exactly just like me
But I don't know her
She looks like me
But I don't know her
She mimics every move I do
When I fix my hair, she fixes her hair
And when I look at my eye, I see her eyes
When I look at my body, I see her body
Who is she?
The one that's standing in front of me?
Who is she?
The one who does the same things that I do?
Who is she?

Who am I?

Maybe if I'm strong enough
I'll break away
From this world

Maybe if I'm thin enough
I'll slip through the cracks
And be free

Maybe if I cut enough
I'll bleed the bad out
And be happy for once

Maybe if I try enough
It will actually be okay
Not fake like now

Maybe if I cry enough
I'll make an ocean of tears
And swim away

*Maybe

I spent
my life
designing a
border,
between myself
and the
world of
disorder
But the
border was
breached by
a world
so sick,
with hearts
of stone
and minds
of brick

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