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#1:
"What you see"
You look at me
And see
A teenage girl
You look at me
And see
A happy girl
But that’s not me
I am a teenage boy
I look at me and see
A okay boy
I look at me and see
someone nobody else sees
-Rae Parker-
When I look in the mirror
I don’t see myself
I feel trapped in my own skin
I feel wrong.
I am not your daughter
nor your sister
I am your son
And your brother
I am not your niece
I am your nephew
Can’t you see?
That is not me!
This is me.
Someone nobody else will see. -rae
Do you ever get a little bit tired of life
Like you're not really happy but you don't wanna die
Like you're hanging by a thread but you gotta survive
'Cause you gotta survive
Anxiety
I am not alone
But I fear I am lonely
I am not sad
But I seem to cry
I seem to shake
I cannot focus.
Don’t leave me alone
But I’m breaking at the seams
You can’t see
But these are the thoughts of somebody
With Anxiety.
~Rae Parker~
Depression
I don’t have interests
But I love to do things
I want to do things
I seem to cry, though there is no reason
I can’t sleep at night or I sleep too much
There is no in between
I move too slowly
And people get irritated.
These are the actions of someone with
Depression.
~Rae Parker~
PTSD
I relive the same experiences
In my mind
I am stuck in the past
But I want to see the future
I still feel the situations
More than I did that day
I feel the
Anxiety
Of reliving everything in my mind
Yet nobody knows I can’t move forward
I laugh and smile
Yet I’m breaking too
My imagination might be the best part of me
But it’s also the worst
It makes me relive the worst parts of my life.
Thats the experience of
PTSD.
~Rae Parker~
When I look in the mirror
I don’t see myself
I feel trapped in my own skin
I feel wrong.
I am not your daughter
nor your sister
I am your son
And your brother
I am not your niece
I am your nephew
Can’t you see?
That is not me!
This is me.
Someone nobody else will see. -rae
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It’s the rhythm
of your life.
It’s the expression
in time and movement,
in happiness, joy, sadness and envy.
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