JourneyA Poem by UnholyFateLiving with Bipolar disorder
Took a walk through the fog
On the mirror, complacent With insanity, Knowing not that every step Cracked the glass behind me. A girl wearing my face But with a hand much colder Spoke to me inanimately. She cut my mind in two And took half of it. For years, we fought for sovereignty. But when the fog dissipated, We were one. © 2017 UnholyFateFeatured Review
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