a 'little' poem, sorry for the rhymes, English is not my native language, so I translated with Google!
People often tell me that anime is for kids. These same people who have never watched any of it dare to criticize an art form that speaks to so many people, that makes them feel seen and heard.
Because I feel like Miyamura, sometimes like Kuroko, or even Maxine, in that series considered for teens. After all, who would want me? Who can judge me for needing to feel included?
In this world where the only person who understood me has passed away, I don’t know who to turn to anymore. I am Miyamura, excluded, mocked, considered weird, all through school. When he finally gets friends, it's in high school, and his world is turned upside down. Because he's used to being left out, like me, except that my friends I found in university and I can’t stop worrying. Is it forever?
Why do I overthink so much? All this mixing in a constant stream of thoughts. So yes, I escape on the internet, Because it's the only way I can really rest Not physically, but mentally. Because I'm tired of thinking so much. So, let me live my way, You who smoke, drink, and complain about your crappy lives, Because I live in an infinite universe.
When my problems and my anxiety mix, That's when it all triggers. I've already wanted to disappear, And I wish everything would change And that I wouldn't have to show anything anymore.
I know the need to hurt myself to calm panic attacks, The ones that make me cry and choke When my heart races and I can't calm down. To not do it again, I take my lighter, Which helps me burn my anxieties, the ones that wrap around me, Or the bites, to change from burns. They helped me not to fall back Into this sea that only wants to carry me away.
You call me sensitive, I call that exhaustion Because when people constantly tell you That you're handicapped and slow You feel like breaking Everything that passes through your hands And you don’t want to do anything anymore,
Except stay frozen To stop breaking everything How many times have I told myself I wish I could get run over, hurt, or die Just to finally be free From all this crap that won’t let me go.
