Often times I wonder why I'm so hard to love.
Then I remember it's because I bought OCD, PTSD, depression and anxiety at a store that doesn't do refunds and only accepts payment in the form of the light in your eyes. And I wear each of them everyday like my favourite costume.
Like the little girl at Halloween wearing cat ears, a clown nose, vampire teeth & a cape.
And when people ask what she is she doesn't know what to say. Anxious, depressed, triggered, or compulsive?
I mean...a cat, a clown, a vampire & a superhero...
I am that girl, lost, confused and out of time to find the right costume...
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Great write
Thanks! :3
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I love the imagery and use of words to describe your supposed mental symptoms..you may not be any of those things, which is where the Halloween costumes co.e in.. BRILLIANTLY DONE
What do you mean by supposed symptoms?
I mean that Doctirs always have to make people believe that they are this or that when they actually know about a third if what they are talking about...for example..schizophrenia..voices in the head could actually be Claire audience..which is a gift not a disease..that's all..I'm telling you what I as a reader git out if your poem..I'm not insinuating anything so don't get all offensive ..this site is for critiquing ..not to badger someone ...relax..it was brilliantly done...
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