Wrong

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“What’s wrong baby?”

Better to question what isn’t wrong,

What isn’t wrong is the majority,

But none of it feels quite right either,

“Distrust comes naturally to me”

My brain immersed in the narratives,

I will drown it in them until my brain turns off,

And I see the results for what they truly are.

Perhaps there’s something unbalanced within me,

Keeps me teetering on the edge between depression, and bliss,

Some days it's hard to tell the difference,

Those days have become more frequent.

The water boils my skin,

The thoughts flow from my brain, collected with the water, and down the drain,

I let go there,

This sorrow, in full blossom.

“Did you know my safe place has curtains?”

You look at me perplexed,

I smile, and tell you to pay it no mind,

And you don’t.