I am the girl
Who does want to smile
Not because I
Amsad
Angery
Or
Whatever
But just because you are
Not special enough to see
Me smile.

I
Eat
My
Muffin
For
Breakfast
Than
I
think
to
my self
I
Am
Going
For a
Little
Walk
To
Wake
Me
Up
And
Get
My
Creative
Juices
Going.

Pain the ***
Traumatized braim must
Swirl the
**** baoding ***** in my hand.

My eyes heavy
It is temping to fall
Back to sleep
But I know
What Awaits
If ****
A nightmare
So I force my self to stay awake
Its hard
Will I go to the pub
Don't know.

Waking up
To the
Freaking news
What a way to start
The day when you have
Ptsd
Not a positive start
Groggy and moody
F this crap

Sleep
All I want to
To
Do
Is
To sleep
For my ptsd
As reigned supreme
Last night
Nightmares
**** the life out
Of you.

As the young
Grew older
Her splitting
Personalities became more distinct
With each
Disturbing memory
Of her child hood
Will they find merge
And find peace.

When I was
In catholic school
This is what the people
Students
And teachers looked like
For they thought
That's what I true looked like
To them
I say
I am beautiful
And brilliant
In my own way.

Dear white suppremist
Before I say the usual fck
You
I want to say that
I am more than different
DNA
I have feelings, emotions,
Angry as you do
Only its directed at you
So tashi delek
And a fck you.


Starry.

As I sit there
A
Think
The pros and cons of
going out side
I relieved that my mom sad
That it would be OK.
And so I get ready.