Who are you?
Some things seem familiar, but I can’t be sure.
I recognize the lines, but not the sadness in the eyes.
Where did that come from and why?
Your furrowed brow, intense.
Why don’t you smile?
Who are you?
Maybe it’s true.
Maybe it’s not.
We only knew what we knew then.
We only know what we know now.
We only think we know what will be.
So here we are.
Two peas in a pod.
Seperated by time, but not by mind.
We may not be picked from the garden,
but we know why.
So here we are.
Two peas in a pod.
I hate that you were right.
What made you think it was ok to tell me who I am?
I never even mentioned who I thought you were.
Of course I wouldn’t. I loved you.
I am so full of things to say.
My mind moves faster than my fingers.
These thoughts come to me in waves.
When they do, it’s a sunami.
It feels good to me.
To others it seems out of control.
They say I need help, but I feel good.
The highs are good and the lows are bad.
That’s the cycle of my life.
I recognize it now, but it took me a long time.
It feels good when I am up.
I am a brilliant writer.
I am a well-known speaker.
I create art that is splendid.
I am not who people think I am.
They never know this.
There are no words to write or speak now.
I am numb.
I cast off people I love.
I am alone.
I hold on desperately until the good comes again.
I am different.
Not bad, or scary, or incompetent.
Just different than you.
Maybe you are bad, or scary, or incompetent?
I wonder. Do you?
When skies are blue, I don’t see it.
When trees are green, I wonder what you see.
When trees are covered with snow, it feels heavy not beautiful.
When the leaves change colors, I begin to withdraw.
When skies are blue, I don’t see it.
I am angry at myself.
Why do I have to be this person, with this disease?
I am part of the continuing saga.
I want it to stop. Now.
I hate myself. I hate that I am a character in this story.
I am afraid to look at myself in the mirror.
Don’t look at yourself either.
You might see me and realize I am the reason.
The truth is neither of us is the reason.
All of us are the reason.
None of us are the reason.
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