My Other Self
I've lost all subjectivity,
The first question
always asked is,
"How have you been feeling?"
Like disease takes over
A
mind,
A heart,
A
life,
Like it's the only thing worth asking me about.
I'm not so much a person
As a condition
I'm no longer your childhood friend,
But instead "Oh, You poor thing."
Or "Heather, I heard all about it."
And not how I'm doing in school
Or what I'm planning for the future,
But how I'm stuck in the past
Of one diagnosis,
Killing
all conversational possibilities.
-Heather Ann Kelly
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