mind
his mind works strange,
not how its intended to work
his handwriting changes,
leaving him in a state of daze,
and often,
he is vacant in his own body
a small, useless shell
surrendering to the god-awful feeling of not being able to do anything,
inside of that shell,
lies a scared, little boy,
who likes to detach
but only when it hurts too bad
his mind is strange
Copyright © kayden heh | Year Posted 2025
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