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Aihara
Poems
May 2018
The Ride
The imminent river,
inevitable ride;
unwilling passenger,
whether the strap snapped, disconnected;
Or stuck till final destination, rock bottom.
Was all this necessary
Im great, Im happy
Stop misdiagnosed me
Im no other than me
neuroses and religion
who i am to wish for oblivion
one opinion define none
On seeking whats the norm and what is wrong.
Im trying to live, to fit in
Just normally like everybody
Normal to me but it isnt
what am I, Who I am without
I am, was, I will be okay
Why it felt like a replay
No choice but to compelled
Who said its mine to choose
Cause it wil be forever replayed
For now the strap hold on
on repeat, hitting rock bottom
Its true the only way left is up
no in between, stuck in a time wrap.
I hate it when I couldn't accept myself for who I am. My scars, my illness.
Its not my fault I was born with it.
#mentalillness
#diary
#description
Written by
Aihara
19/F
(19/F)
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