There is a war
Inside me
That you aren’t aware of
It controls
My breathing
My reasoning
My laughs
My love
My pain
My hate
It controls all aspects of who I am
But it leaves me not being me.
I am not my illness
But, I’m not anyone else either.
I am everyone else
I am almost everything
I am almost a writer
Almost an artist
Almost yours
Almost enough
Not all the way something
I am just a collection
Of halfway things
A collection of dismantled almosts.