† Diathesis

To the eyes of society, I am a sane soul
that can be declared as “healthy.”
They’re wrong. 
You don’t see the blood that stains my internal walls,
you don’t see the scars that judgement has left behind,
forever claiming parts of my sin and destroying remnants of my (once whole) innocence.
My structure is similar to a hundred abandoned buildings,
glanced over and ignored and accumulating dirt and grime
but it’s only a matter of time before you catch
this contagion that has latched on to every aspect
of who I am today.

You won’t see the symptoms but you’ll feel it within you.
You may think you’re completely sane,
but I see a part of me in you
and it’s dying to break free.

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