ImposterA Story by Wise ManMy brain is rotten, and filled with disease. Under the flesh of my head, my brain is rotting, and dying.It doesn’t affect my learning.It just affects every other aspect of my life.I can’t eat at the correct time, and my brain makes me think I don’t deserve to eat at all. My brain won’t let me leave my bed.Here in my bed I lay, my body rotting along with my mind. I don’t get up, I don’t move.Here I lay, until I feel like a ball fat, tied together by dry skin.Even then, the farthest I’ll go from my bed is the bathroom.I say things I don’t mean.Rude, awful, and ingenuine things. Sometimes I’m nice, but even that’s fake. I don’t feel like myself, but who am I? I’m scared to use medicine.I’m scared to change me as a person.What if I’m not who I am anymore? I have to try, I have to be better for the people around me. I can’t put them through what I’m going through. Using medicine is going to change me. Everything it should, but also anything that was good about me. Once I’m used to it, I’ll be a human robot. I won’t feel the pain I need to. The smiles I give won’t be true. I won’t be able to process anything. Anyone around me who loves me, won’t love the same person I am. They won’t love the changed me. Will I even be me? I wonder if I’ll notice the change. Will I be different, or will I be an imposter in my own skin? When I look into the mirror I’ll see me, but will it be me, or will it be the person I morphed into? Even though I am the diseased, and ill one, will she be a split version of me? Will everyone I love even like her? What if I’m trapped? Will I have the control to stop? Will I even want to? © 2025 Wise ManFeatured Review
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