Erratic, dismal, hyper and then
Like a pen trailing off
All is calm, all is still.
Your heart tearing
Like clumsy wine sloshing over the side.
Is like finding a needle in a haystack
There may be plenty of fish in the sea
But how do you point out the one
That is you, in a school made up of a million
Breathing, being, talking
Chattering all at once.
What am I?
What is self?
One hive mind
Expected to accommodate for
The cookie cutter clean look
Pictured in the magazines.
I am a flurry of ideas, self-doubts, what ifs
But also of adrenaline, charisma and daydreaming.
My self is not a slot easily categorised
I feel how I feel
And are what I am.
Artwork: Kate Powell https://uk.pinterest.com/moonwolf1/artist-kate-powell/