Sitting in a room of silence.
Trying this bullshit, they called mindfulness.
You're supposed to take several deep breathes,
close your eyes and give your mind rest.
Do these people not know for me,
that's impossible?
If it was, this situation wouldn't be plausible.
Why are people always trying to fix me?
dissect me, just to place me into a category.
I cannot be confined to a title, not in this story.
diagnose me with some more illnesses.
Shove at me some more medications.
Maybe the pharmacist
will start to know me by name.
I can't help but laugh, because I feel like
life is some kind of game.
Maybe I'll make it or or maybe I won't.
So overwhelmed with the lack of empathy shown.
I'll say I'm better now, so you can all go home.
Focus on your own miserably
boring lives and leave me alone.
If meditation and mindfulness
works for you
.... I'm sorry lol
Namaste Myself title though.. lmao
"NAH IMA STAY MYSELF"
Yeah, ok I'm a dork.
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Weight of Words
PoetryPoetry.. For the broken, misguided, mistreated, abused & sometimes ...in the mood.
