The Essence Of Who I Am

I think I might have been broken

Can you tell me if I look different

I’ve been too afraid to look in the mirror 

I’ve been cut open and they took something out 

But what did they put back inside 

The voices in my head don’t sound like me

My scar is so much smaller than I thought it would be 

Because in my head it was so much worse 

And every day I gently remind myself that I also have to heal the memory 

M.A.P

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