Who are you?
You in my head.
Where did you come from?
Who is in control?
Did you want to own me?
Would I let you?
Could I stop you?
My mind had
So many broken thoughts
I couldn't stand it.
I wanted to die.
Nobody knew what was wrong with me.
Some people thought I was faking.
Yet, after all these years
Of torment and hard work
I have survived.
And found peace.
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