We Aren'T the Disorder
We aren’t broken because
we are lazy
or looking for an excuse
to stop working.
We aren’t hopeless because
we are selfish
or looking for ways of being
the center of attention.
We don’t want to die because
we have a test on Monday
or because we are giving up.
We are broken because
our minds are melting
and we hate feeling like shards of glass.
We are hopeless because
no one ever tells us
that these feeling are okay to have
or are normal.
We want to die because
we see other people handling
their lives and we
are still drowning in our own
doubt.
We aren’t shallow,
or weak,
or selfish,
or cowards.
We are selfless,
and strong,
and caring,
and so god damn done
with feeling like the world has escaped us.
So I’m sorry if it seems like I’m
giving up,
but in reality
I’m trying to live one day at a time.
We aren’t what you think.
We are what you fear feeling.
So please see me as a person
and not a headcase,
or as a freak,
or as a disorder,
because if you felt like us,
I doubt you’d make it through.
Copyright © Dakota Hornak | Year Posted 2016
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