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The Spitting Image of Me
The Spitting Image of Me
I look like a perfect girl
But once you look under the clothes
All you see are scars
I have my imperfections
I have my flaws
Stretch marks
Scars
But underneath all of that…
I’m the same as you
That is as a physical form
When you enter my mind
You enter a place that no one should be
You enter a mind of an insane person
A person who constantly thinks of killing
Who can see things others can’t
You enter a place so dark…
Not even God’s light can touch
You enter a place of madness
A place of…
Death
A place where it's kill or be killed
A mind that is constantly fighting itself to stay alive
A mind that wants nothing more than to die
But as well as dies to live
You see certain things no one should
A victim of rape
A victim of abuse
A victim of attempted suicide
A victim to her own mind
You see how messed up the mind of this person is
You now understand what it's like to be insane
To sit there and want to disappear
You know that the more you think
The worse it gets
The depression
So dark
So painful
All you see is black because that's all they want to see
When you see the mind of someone truly depressed…
You see them standing
Just standing there
Looking up
Wanting to leave
To be gone
They see you breathe
While they struggle to even move
They can barely breathe under the pressure of the hurt
Under the pain
Then the bipolar comes in
One minute they could smile for day
Laugh
Fun to be around
Then…
They snap
They get mean
They threaten you
They look at you like you are the prey
Then the sadness comes
Bipolar sadness is bad
But add depression into the mix…
You created a person who just wants to let go
Seeing things that aren't there
It makes you panic
Hearing things others can't hear…
Makes you go insane
Knowing that one day you may snap
It may happen tomorrow
Or in a few years
Or never
But the minute you snap…
There is no going back
All you want is blood
To do to others…
What they have done to you
Hurt them
In every way possible
To show them true fear
Fear
That will never leave them
Fear…
Of insanity
Fear…
That they too will snap
And when they do snap
Run!
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Felicia Driessen
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