Is it too personal… if you don’t know who you are?

By IvyLea    IvyLea

The beginning too unbearable.
The path?
I think I'm lost.
I attempted where their nagging insisted,
but strayed where the mirror sits.
Hello strange girl...
I felt a desire to see her smile.
I suppose she wished the same for me.
We were one I realized...
living outside this decaying shell.
I hoped no one would notice...
if I played well.
All intentions are good...
I've heard it said...
but the end result
Is what rests on your head.
I closed my eyes a moment,
followed the ease...
When I awoke my life was in shambles...
and I to my knees.
Your life is not your own, nor a great plan....
simply multiplication of chance cellular matter.
The ease would be the release...
of your energy...
oh, but that's not their plan.
So I live outside...
within this space...
This place they call me...
and I call hell.

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With any mental illness the already complex and harsh journey of self discovery and understanding is made seemingly impossible labyrinth of fear, doubt, and loneliness.