Zandi Wardle (South Africa)
It scares me
I’m haunted by my own thoughts.
I feel like my head is heavy, my brain is overwhelmed,
If I were to put it all in painting… it would be surreal.
It all provokes the inner me, I sit by myself thinking,
What happened to me?
What ever happened to the free spirited me?
What ever happened to that girl that smiled every day?
I used to laugh at almost anything,
I’d giggle until my tummy started paining.
My brain runs till my head starts aching
I’m always thinking of howcome? Of how I fell so hard,
It scares me to see a reflection of a bitter young me,
Happiness, come along now…
Bring back the sparkling me,
I do not recognise the Zandi I’ve become.
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