My friend and I
are not alike.
She's sunny blonde
and I'm dark brown
- but we did get away
with the same ID
that one time.

She's the kind of person
that gets really high
or extreamly low
and I, ussually
go the middle way.

She's vibrant but
she often says
I'm special, though.

When in highschool "funny"
Youtube videos were the hit
that wasn't us.
We has laughs
and talks
and walks of our own.

I might go places and
she  might live somewhere far
like Australia or the USA
but I have good memory
and she writes letters
so I know we'll be alright.

My friend and I
are  kind of grown-ups
and my mind is now a blur
but if there's one thing
I'm sure of
- I'm sure of her!

You keep telling me things that I know
But what if you were in my place?
Being unable to stand
The look of your own face?

Can't trust thoughts anymore,
Myself, a living disgrace?

School is all that matters,
Not anymore education,
I speak to you, what you tell me to do
You say its "frustration."

Ignoring, abusing, overusing, shutting down my body systems-
People are so hard to please,

Don't know accurate name for my behaviours,
Just call it "Disease"

Being a misfit,
I try to be you,
You don't know I've been suicidal
Since my second *Grade 2

I don't ussually ask for much
But when I do
Apparently it is to great
For you to do?

Apologies for I, disappointment.
Please, I don't ask for sympathy
You may not believe, but,
I do not cry deliberately.

honestly, I TRUELY naturally forget
I don't know how to communicate with spoken words, yet.
When I do, they are usually lies
So my only way , throu poetry, I write.

When you ask what's going on,
Honestly, I can't recall
Without my poems and songs, about me,
No one would know much at all.

Been this way ever sine in Haiti
What I call "Disease"
Is an extended, ongoing culture and reverse-culture shock, maybe?