An Undivided Self

I can be psychologically precise and tender.
I can be whimsical and deeply serious.
I don’t disappear into my pain to be believed.


I’ve lived this split internally for a long time.


My inner world is deep, complex, analytical, vigilant.
My outward expression is imaginative, playful, gentle, warm.


I learned early that
showing my depth alone felt too heavy for people,
and showing my whimsy alone made them underestimate me.


So now I carry both—honestly.


People prefer what’s easy to define.
One tone. One lane. One story.


But I want color and glitter.
I want the ability to express my trauma.


I’m too psychological for the fluff,
and too surreal—too artistic—for what’s considered serious.


So I exist in the in-between—
not diluted, not confused,
but whole.


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