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Mar 2018
One,
Two,
Three.
All eyes on me.
Eyes staring at my missing patches of hair.
Eyes staring at my bitten nails as if I am unaware.
Unaware of my own anxiety and my own depression.
Unaware of the words said when I am not present.
But your ignorance is what causes my mental obsessions.
The ignorant and condescending comments society makes on those who deal with mental disorders cause greater pain than they think.
Written by
Julie Barragan
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