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.
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