“I’ve been worried since I left the wombLike a schizophrenic on shroomsLike a hypochondriac on crackNever shy with the panic attacks;Internal reality succumbs to psychosisDreams destroyed by self-diagnosis.”

“Today I wore a pair of faded old jeans and a plain grey baggy shirt. I hadn’t even taken a shower, and I did not put on an ounce of makeup. I grabbed a worn out black oversized jacket to cover myself with even though it is warm outside. I have made conscious decisions lately to look like less of what I felt a male would want to see. I want to disappear.”