I'm more than my strange sense of humour,
And the anxieties that creep through the cracks.
More than the scars which litter my body,
And the insecurities on attack.
I'm more than the suicide attempts,
And the horrors which lie in my past.
More than the sunrises I dreaded,
And the opportunities I passed.
I'm more than my tired ramblings,
And those emotions which spill.
More than my need for clarity,
And that repeating fire drill.
It's a different world for me than you,
- Living on unstable ground.
A life which suffered hardships,
- Now forever lost and found.
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Author:
A.L.H (Pseudonym) (
Online) - Published: June 19th, 2026 07:23
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Comments2
We all live on different grounds and some are unstable. This is a wonderful poem explaining the differences. Well done
Thankyou ❤️
You are most welcome
Yes. We are more.
Thank you.
Thankyou ❤️
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