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Who Am I

Who am I?
That’s something I wonder everyday 
From being delighted to traumatized
Is something quite normal for me
From feeling emptiness to unease
Overthinking every mistake I’ve ever made
To every action I’ve decided to take 
Butterfly effect?
A concept flowing through my brain
If I could change one detail in my life
What a bizarre change of events that would be 
Would I feel and be the same person today?
Who am I?
Not too tall, not too short 
Not too pretty, but not too ugly
A bit ordinary, but never extraordinary 
Not average but not intelligent 
Skinny, but thank god she’s not fat they say!
Olive skin, but shiny and red marks on my face 
Why do you look so tired they say
I say I’m fine, thanks
I look in the mirror and I see those dry tears
I think stupid 
Puffy, red eyes, oily hair
I think lazy 
Skinny, a visible breastbone and hipbones 
I think eat more
Restless, uneasy, trembling 
I realize this person is me 
How did she become like this? My mother says 
I hear this late at night when I’m tumbling in bed 
All I can hear is  disappointment 
Not just to everyone but to myself
Someone please help 

-Who am I?

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Panic Attack

It always starts with chest pain 
Sharp pain that I can’t bear 
It radiates down my arms 
First thing I always think 
I’m dying 
My heart begins to beat 
Faster and faster 
I feel like just a little longer 
And it will fly out of my chest 
Like a bird trying to escape its cage
My hands begin to shake 
My head starts to spin
Like that boy you always see at the amusement park 
His mother says no but he continues to 
Ride every roller coaster he possibly can
Pumping his adrenaline like it’s a damn game 
I feel like I’m drowning and everyone around me knows how to swim
Every breath I take is harder to bear 
I feel like I’m gonna drop
I sit down and suddenly it stops 
I can breath 
It’s done 
I feel relief 
But then I realize that there will be more oceans to swim and roller coasters to ride 
It’s not over 
And I never know when it will happen again

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Speak

A week ago I wrote a list of reasons on why I should take my life 
Two days ago I have been diagnosed with Bipolar Disorder 
Today I had major suicidal thoughts and cried for three hours 
All of this happened in a span of time 
Today is where I realized that I have bipolar but bipolar does not own me
I got out of bed 
I made breakfast 
I took a shower 
I tidied my room 
I drank tea and focused on my studies 
I did some notes 
I read my current book
But most importantly I moved 
I did not stay in one place and let my thoughts take over my state of mind
My illness does not define who I am or who I will be 
Anxiety, OCD, Bipolar are just a fraction of me 
They are characteristics of mine that can be treated and tamed 
Mental health is always so quietly put under the rug
Like clothes thrown on that chair in our rooms
If we have a cold we stay home until we get better 
However, when we feel the slightest despair 
Get over it 
Is all we hear 
When all we should hear
Is 
It’s okay 
Work on yourself
Get to know yourself 
Learn how to communicate with yourself 
Find help 
Talk to someone you trust 
Because getting over something 
Is easier said than done
Until that exact person is in your shoes
Then there is no getting over anything 
There is only denial, suffering, and finally acceptance 
I will never let my illness get the best of me
Correction: I will try my best to not let my illness get the best of me 
The darkest clouds will always rain
But we have the choice to whether use our umbrellas or not 
Take your medications
Don’t keep thoughts inside 
How devastating it is that we keep smiling our suffering 
When all we want to do is scream
Scream 
Scream loud and clear
Speak 
Please Speak

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How It Shouldn'T Feel Like

You’re too old to feel this shy he says 
Looking into my soul with those chocolate brown eyes
He slides two fingers in and I look away 
My body begins to shake, my mouth begins to dry
Sex is normal they say…
All I can see now is his face
How he looked at me like I was everything
And nothing all at once
I can’t help but miss him even though he took all my shame 
All he would do was take, take, and take
All I feel for him now is regret 
And I realize that sex should not feel this way…
I close my eyes and try to forget his face
You did not break me, I think
There are many heartbreaks to come and tears to shed
One day I will look in the mirror and the person I will be able to see is a delighted me 
People around have started to  finally listen
Don’t lose your virginity to him if you’re not ready 
Others begin to say that it’s just sex…
I see him naked with his beautiful, dark, and toned body in my bed
He starts to kiss me like he’s searching for answers, but in the wrong place
I feel the trembling in my body, the overload of heat 
I don’t know if it’s excitement or fear
I tell him to get off
This isn’t love
I am just a slim body for him to use and forget in a couple of months, maybe even weeks
He gets dressed and leaves, and I feel relief
I am still pure, yet feel so dirty
Months have passed 
I can’t help but see his face 
How do you call someone you felt everything for and they felt absolutely nothing?
That’s real heartbreak
You will learn from this they say
I look around and see men as something to be disgusted by 
Teach me how to love 
But do I even love myself?

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Love Me

I cover myself in rosewater,flower myself with petals
My hair goes down my shoulders while giving an aroma of lavender
Do you think I’m pretty?
I curl my lashes, wash my hair, I can’t wait to see you
Do you think I’m pretty?
I look in the mirror one last time, tell myself to not look again
You see me and tell me I look exquisite 
My cheeks flush, I begin to bite my lips until they become the tone of summer raspberries
You look at me,your jaw starts to tense, your mouth begins to water
Just let me have a taste he says 
I tell him not yet
We walk to his apartment
We drink cherry wine
I  think about what flavor you are while you talk about how your passions drive you crazy at night
I feel my lip, I’m biting it again, I want to wait 
You start to undress me and the rose petals start to fall
I’m opening up to you
You grabbed my face suddenly yet so gently 
We start to kiss and you leave me breathless in between
You stop and look at me like we are the only ones in the universe 
The rest is just white noise
We explore each other’s body like maps of places we have yet to meet
I want a love like this
A love so powerful it consumes every inch of my soul
I want a fresh pair of eyes to see me
The real me 
The fragile, hopeless romantic who pretends to be nothing of what she can actually be 
Please find me

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The Mind, the Body, the Heart, and the Soul

I can't describe what I see
If there's a future for me
How many obstacles I have yet to overcome
How many silly mistakes I have yet to make
How many laughs and cries there will be
How many unrequited loves and heartbreaks will be felt so deeply
How much life will keep tormenting me?
When will I feel satisfied with myself?
When will things fall into place?
When will everything finally feel normal for me?
When will the “bad thoughts” exist my befouled mind?
When will the guilt exist my soul?
I am tired
I loathe saying it, whether in my mind or out loud
My mind and my body are in a riot
While my heart is watching with hollowness
I can’t help but ignore all three of them
My soul is telling me to keep going, there is hope to everything she says
She’s the fourth one
She’s the one telling me to go on
So I do 
I do until my mind,my body, and my heart all collapse
Until one day they are all at peace
And there will be that one future for me 
Where I can finally see
Something exquisite for me whether its passion or simply tranquility 
One day I will be able to say, loud and clear 
I am happy to be who I am 
However for now, I need to save the three 
They need me now, more than ever
Just as much as I need them 
I will find the ease

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I Am Not Me

I wake up everyday
I feel like a different person
Maybe that sounds clichè
But not for someone with bipolar
Every episode indicates who am I
Who have I been through all these years?
Was I just the funny, energetic girl everyone loved to see?
Or was it just the hypomanic episodes consuming me
I don’t know who I am anymore or who I will be
I feel like from my diagnosis my life has been taken away from me
Every episode of depression is falling into a hole of despair
The worst are the mixed episodes that love to scare 
They come and sneak up on you and you can’t figure what’s really there
Is it euphoria? Or are you just simply in a good mood?
Is it depression? Or are you just simply having a bad day?
Every time I hear about a joke on bipolar the lump in my throat clumps in a ball
I can’t run away
Because I don’t have bipolar
I’m just an energetic person with a couple of bad days
It all seems fake
The smile on my face 
Because I will crash anyways
And when I do 
No one will save me, but the arms of Bipolar begging me to stay
I can’t deny 
So I just stay

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A Life Was Taken Away

A painted black audi, damaged in every possible way
A life taken away
Bottles of beer and shots of vodka going smoothly down his throat
Lonely, misunderstood, misguided, depressed
This is someone I know
The man I spent more in my childhood rather than my own father is gone
Tears were shed, and hearts were broken
I can’t believe he is gone my mother says
I look at the ashes in the petite box 
All my memories of him trapped in my thoughts 
People surround the box pretending that they knew him
I can’t help but look with disgust 
America is the land of the free
However too much freedom is what took him away
What an ironic American dream they would all say
A man lost his way
There’s nothing left for me to say
Except… I wish I told you I loved you before it was too late.

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Family

Love your family they say
Appreciate those who were there for you
You should love your family no matter what
But what if someone from your family is so toxic you feel like your chest is expanding, swelling, and it’s on the way to burst?
What if this person was somebody who you looked up to for so many years?
And now they are someone who makes you  question your own value?
What if this person has made you cry at night?
They made you wonder if your existence was meant to be in the first place?
You’re pretty but dumb and naive 
You’re pretty but you’re no good
You’re pretty but you’re just such a mess
You’re pretty but you’re just, you’re just not enough 
You can keep trying 
You can try doing things my way 
But they will never be right 
Because you will never be enough for me
No one ever will be 
At least not in my book
This woman was someone who I looked up to be 
She changed my diapers, taught me how to speak
She taught me manners ironically
While lowering my own self esteem 
You have everything I don’t like about myself 
What pity isn’t it?
She asks me
I smile and say it’s okay 
Because that’s all I have ever have left to say now 
Because family can become toxic 
Family can turn on you in a flash
But you have to smile 
Because after all they are just you’re family 
And they’re just trying to help

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Numb

I wake up everyday with the desire for it to stop 
I want it all to stop
I want time to stop
I’m terrified of dying 
But I want it to stop
Life keeps slipping through my fingers 
Emotions keep switching around like poker cards 
Numbness comes later to haunt like when a child gets nightmares 
I feel everything 
Yet I feel nothing