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a space for youth writing on mental health & identity
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a space for youth writing on mental health & identity
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![]() I air my grievances in a blank room with a woman across from me She sits with a pen, breathing in my words Coughing on my tone of voice I think she knows my mind is an abandoned swimming pool The algae flutters on the bottom as the warm sun beats down on the cool water It should be beautiful growth But it only makes me ugly She peers into a big book that tells her
who I am, and what I ought not to be The big book tells her to clean the pool The pool cleaner tells her to use harsh chemicals Abrasive, corrosive things that will break up the muck She says this will make me feel better I dive with blind faith And the pool is crystal clear But it’s poison Comments are closed.
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