The nuances of perceived mental stability

I see the things that made me inconsolable, 

but now I feel only numbness, like I'm looking into a stranger's home. 

Am I more productive, 

or am I just keeping busy until that shoe drops.

I have become a voyeur of my own life,

A passerby at the bloody wreck 

A witness of my underwhelming resurrection...

Dearly Beloved

You've gathered here today, 

To see the shattered person gather herself into a ball of dough.

Made unfeeling by the myriads of meds- 

Made understanding by years of therapy-

The best version of myself I can offer to you, my world, my show.

My laughter is hollow, but so seems my tears. 

My blades are lost to time, but more I can endure.

I am not made of steel, or impervious in the least.

My rhymes have become blocky, my rhythm steady 

Am still me? Am I? Why do I fear?

But still, now I exist in society. I exist, I exist.

 

okay, over it

Crush is gone. False alarm everyone.(Not really)

Phew.....

Hmm...

(Kinda sad, not gonna lie..)

Well..

(Shoulder shrug)

What can you do.

Kang Taehyun: "the chances of your crush liking you back is very low"

crush

I wanna get kissed

By that cute boy.

Against all odd, I wish

He'll like me back.

Did he have to be so kind,

And make me fall head over hills.

Now something that'll probably never be got all up in my feels.

just now, just because