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What am I?
For being such a simple question, it carries with it a lot of weight,
I am a liar, a fake, a loner.
My words are a mask I hide behind,
My actions are mimicked for they are not my own,
All to appease those that do not understand.
What am I?
For being such a simple question, it carries with it a lot of weight,
I am a liar, a fake, a loner.
I am the person you see but do not remember,
The face you speak to but cannot recall,
The body you look over but forget.
My words are a mask I hide behind,
My actions are mimicked for they are not my own,
All to appease those that do not understand.
I am a convolute of my essence,
My being is hidden behind vaults never opened,
Denying myself to live.
The person I am now a question,
My future depending on one question,
Who am I?
This thought troubling my mind, halting all avenues,
Such a difficult question has but the simplest answer,
I am Me.
No matter how many bogus words,
Or how many phony acts,
Behind everything is a silent cringe.
I may not know what I am or what I want,
But with every cringe I learn more about myself,
Hopefully to one day feel whole.
What am I?
I am human,
That is all you need to know.
By: Emily Rudgers
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Human!
And we must NEVER forget our humanity!
Beverly.
Very painful but compelling!
I may not know what I am or what I want,
But with every cringe I learn more about myself,
Hopefully to one day feel whole.
Human indeed. Thank you for writing this!
I rediscovered this today; what a beautiful way to find your words once again that speak for me. Thanks again.
Love, Andrea Lena