3 am

Sometimes I don’t know what it’s like to be me. Imposter syndrome or disassociation?

Imposter syndrome or disassociation?

“Who Am I?”

Often,

I question.

Ignited by madness.

Fueled through love.

Is there someone up above?

Give me something concrete.

To know where I stand.

Figuratively.

Deep inside there is more to me.

Maybe three.

Complex chemicals,

chain me.

A genuine soul

with no self-control.

A heart of gold.

Pure intentions,

polluted by darkness.

Kissed by evil.

A core weary and pure.

Insecure.

Poisoned with lies.

Dilated eyes.

Sarcastic and calculated,

inundated.

Moderate motions,

attract.

Stability I lack.

Advertisements

20 Replies to “3 am”

  1. Reblogged this on and commented:

    A creative writing I posted on The Bipolar Writer. I like this one because I feel like it comes fairly close to the me who I see.

    Like

    1. Thank you so much for your support and encouraging words James. Sometimes I fear they do not fit within the realm of mental health but they are ramblings of a bipolar mind.

      Liked by 1 person

Leave a Reply

Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s