Confession of a vacant mind.

My parents love each other.
It makes things worse.
Growing up watching them,
co-dependent, non-functioning.
I was knocked outta myself.
Thinking I could see things
clearer, without emotions.
"I'm afraid of losing my mind
like my grandma did."
So I left my seat
observing calmly
without knowing
who I am.
Always needing someone
in case I disappear,
in case I get lost
in the formidable maze
that's my vacant mind.

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