Inside the mind of an immigrant
More than dyingI was afraid of living.Afraid of being somethingafraid of not being somethingafraid of lovingafraid of being lovedafraid of hurtingafraid of breakingafraid of acceptingafraid of rejectingafraid of fallingafraid of flyingafraid of beingafraid of not beingafraid of forgettingafraid of rememberingafraid of givingafraid of receivingand onlywhen I let my fears consume medid I understandthat I was … Continue reading Trapped in Between
How can you possibly sayEverything's going to be okay?Little do you knowPieces of me are aching to let go. My mind is shattering, and here I amEscaping myself all over again. Pick me upLove me the sameEnd this hatredAnd this never-ending gameSave me from myselfErase this pain. InsecureMisunderstood DamagedRejectedOppressedWreckedNeglectedIgnoredNumbGuilty Or all of the above? (First … Continue reading Hidden messages
Please don’t yell at meI don’t know how to reactjust take a knife and slice my heartmaybe it wouldn’t hurt as bad. I’m not as strong as you areI easily tend to breakyou can’t just throw salt on my woundsand say it was a mistake. I don’t know why I am like thiswhy my mind … Continue reading Destroying myself
I'm always prepared for every situation. You know how there are different dimensions in the world with different possibilities. Like in one dimension I'm might be a successful author, while in another one I might not have anxiety. I would choose the second option over and over again. But regardless, in my mind I'm prepared … Continue reading The perks of Anxiety
If you blew on a dandelion all your wishes would come true. (Whenever my parents would take me to the park, instead of going to the playground, I would roam around and search for dandelions to blow on). Sometimes unconsciously I still do that. A four-leaf clover will bring you good luck. When I wasn’t … Continue reading Things I would believe in when I was young