How It Feels

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The following is dedicated to the lovely astrolovely
All credit goes to the original author.

ENJOY 💕

Amy Gugsa
Xxx

We go through life in stages we

sometimes can't control.

Like tiny houses on a prairie

that we are forced to take residence in.

Houses with names like

love,

sorrow,

anger,

depression,

anxiety.

The fear of exploring

these houses sometimes make us

numb,

afraid

of going from room to room

scared

of what we could find.

So we sit a the door waiting for

someone to let us in or let us out.

Ignoring

all the knocks that we hear, while still

desperately

attempting to find the key.

Anxiety and depression are like

strangers

that walk into that house

uninvited,

leaving

muddy footprints all over the carpet

of your mind.

They make the mind become a

mansion of

fears,

sorrows,

and neglects.

An abandoned palace.

You become

a peasant in your own kingdom.

Too afraid

to sit on your own throne,

afraid

of the consequences of wearing the

crown.

[At times] my mind feels like a.lichtfield,

the only prison

where I can laugh and cry

in the same episode.

Sometimes the mind feels like

the only prison

you can't escape.

What were you found guilty of to

deserve this?

Are we innocent people being

punished for a crime

that we never even knew existed?

Victims

of something we can't see or touch.

Something we can't hold on to, yet it

holds on to us.

It turns

sunny days into cloudy ones,

laughter and happiness into a foreign

language.

And as all the emotions we become

familiar with become strangers,

we become strangers

to ourselves. A face in the mirror,

A person we no longer recognize.

ANI really like this poem

I don't know exactly how you might interprete it but the idea of being to afraid to sit at our throne because we are too scared of what the consequences of wearing the crown really resonates with me.
That crown is your happiness and well-being please don't let blurryface keep you from taking the crown that is rightfully yours!

Stay alive fren |-/

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