I am myself and nothing more.
I wonder about death, and how it’s impacted me.
I hear the sounds of this city that I can’t get away from.
I see people go by, and wonder at their lives. I want to see all my family again, together, in one place.
I am myself and nothing more.
I pretend that I’m not the way I am.
I feel scared, hurt, like a child curled up in a dark corner.
I touch the lives of those around me.
I worry about what will happen, if I’m the last one left.
I am myself and nothing more.
I understand the way things have to be, even if I don’t agree.
I say I will, when I don’t want to.
I dream of the day I am out of this darkness and into the light.
I try to do as expected, while still being me.
I hope for the day when I’ll accept myself.
I am myself and nothing more.
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