I’m just here to tell you
you can get through life with a broken brain
so long as you can daydream
of a time before the shame.
Warm in the arms of a mother that never was,
a father that isn’t yours but could be
if you were born someone other
than his patient.
If you go to hospital you have to play along,
it’s like marching in the band again:
keep in time, take your turn,
don’t improvise. You can not leave until you perform
their music through to the final note.
Never make sense when you write,
keep them guessing: is she mad
or just a failed writer or both?
Your amygdala is out of line.
You can put it all on Instagram but don’t forget
you have to hint at DID to be on trend.
Don’t mention that you’re borderline
unless your scars are wild.
No one likes a sad sack, neediness is not in vogue,
so dry those tears and dress your words in opposition,
“You think you know me?” That’s a useful line.
“I’ve seen it all. I like the voices in my head.”
You have to make them think
the darkness is your friend.
Disown your body, forget yourself,
cry a bit then go to bed.
Sarcastic Fringehead 
“is she mad / or just a failed writer or both?” – great line! And the “you can get through life with a broken brain” is also an awesome line. I can hear this poem read aloud at an open mic. Fellow non-poetry-major here.
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Oh thank you! Such a complement. Poetry is a dying art I think. Nice to know there are people out there still loving poetry
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There are a lot poetry lovers out there!
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Good read, really enjoyed it.
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Thank you 😊
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I love this: strong and passionate !!
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darn it all ! I’m going to read it again 🙂
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Thank you so much! ☺️ glad you liked it
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Wow. It makes me want to cry. So sad, the need to hide yourself or market something or to be cute or cool or visibly damaged. It’s beautiful, but awful. It’s the truth about masks. it’s haunting.
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