If you were me for week what would you see?

Monday...
A couple of pills that strangers diagnose me with by the age of 13.

Tuesday...
My demons had friends they called
“ADHD”.
Anyone who knows how it feels ... it’s like you got million things to say but you can’t even speak.
Your mind is real and your body is a dream.
Your hands calm but your eyes wonder as if it had feet.
In those days i had no peace.

Wednesday...
You wake up as a 26 year old stronger then the 15 year old you were.
Yet still throwing the alter egos away as they snarl insults of your uncle who took your innocence away at a park.
Don’t listen to them.. all they want is to see you cry.
I shed tears but I learned how not to reply.
Something that I did Better when he told me to close my eyes.

Thursday..
And finally you blinked!
You’re standing on a stage with models with the light in your eyes you can finally see a Mascara of a guy who covers his sexuality.
He was the only one who believes I was somebody to meet.


Friday..
You clean out your closet and you show your mother the skeletons.
Without the acceptance it was still medicine.
Because I breath into these bones and for the first time in the mirror I could touch my own reflection.

Saturday..
...nothing literally nothing,
Complete silence and you found a smile in that.
Nothing worth more then a person who can be alone and wake up to them self stil intact.

Sunday...
You stopped taking the pills years ago and found resolutions,
And to say the least you burned every thought that made point out your darkest illusions