Splattered Memories Poem by amanda garcia

If you knew my pain
If you knew my story
If you only understood my thought process..
Maybe then you would know why
I am the way I am.

But untill then
They are just splattered memories on my wall.
No one understands, So who do I call?

My hopes are basically unseen...
So low so disclosed
That even I can barely see what captivates me.
Sometimes I can be soo happy
But then my thoughts start to seep in.

Becuase of my disorders
Becuase of my mental pain
I will deal with ths true struggle
For the rest of my life
But I gotta put on show
Sp I wont be probed,
with questiions
And unwanted answers
Coming from me.


The mouth, I claimed to be
'Not even me'.
Turned up to be
The most true vulnerable
Part of me...