Poems from toni has trauma
my brain is scattered
on the floor, walls, and ceiling,
just like my pictures.
A barren wasteland of
Broken and burnt memories
Of a world full of nouns
To create, it had taken centuries.
To destroy, it had taken...
anxiety.
Nervous tics
Fidgeting
Stomachaches
Headaches
Thoughts scrambled
shaking.
Hope it's not visible
Vision blurring
Is the smile...
selfies reflect us,
right?
or at least they are what
we want to be
seen as.
an edited face
a funny pose
loads of makeup
a smile.
...
Life is about
Figuring out
Who you are
And what to be
Why not ask
My opinion
Instead of
Telling me?