The Making of Me
My mind is a complex web of thoughts and fears,
It makes me time again, cry buckets of tears.
My mind is not a box but rather a well,
And my thoughts are squares which often isn’t swell.
I am confused and uncertain, incapable of making decisions,
My being feels cut up after traumas that have made so many incisions.
I feel like I am a person made up of wounds and scars,
This makes it very difficult for me to live happily, as I set high bars.
My body by far has been the most neglected,
By all my confusion and trauma, it is adversely affected.
Many years of uncertainty, fear and toxicity, unrestricted,
To all the things that hurt my body, I have been addicted.
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