Labels

While your conscience 'talks' to you,

quietly in your head

I have comic bubbles filling up all the space,

thoughts racing like I was at a GP track

my mind, Screams and cries out

You're labelled 'normal'

I'm labelled disordered, Borderline

but that's not ME,

it's just my ideas and thoughts within

I can hold a conversation

and it all makes sense

I can do anything I'm capable of doing,

just like you

And yet you still

discriminate and judge

cause you don't understand,

cause I choose not to be afraid or ashamed

of labels,

Cause that's not ME

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