I am me, myself, and I

Location

06488
United States
41° 29' 5.7372" N, 73° 12' 20.736" W

I am a woman, last time I checked at least.

But I do not see gender as the primary subject.

You’re a boy who likes boys?

That’s awesome.

You’re a girl who likes boys and girls?

That’s fantastic.

We are not labels.

Labels are meant for clothes.

 

I am trying my best to get that in their minds.

I am trying to find my way in this maze of truth and scam.

They say to prepare for the real world.

I guess I’ve been living in an artificial world this whole time.

I am neither white nor black.

I am a mood ring that leaves a green imprint

on your finger.

 

Remember me and how I impacted your life.

Even if you left me when I gave you everything.

I am still here thinking I’m okay.

I am the selfless Pisces.

I rather help take care of your problems than my own.

I am infected by verbal abuse.

The lessons I learned is your cure.

 

I have too much on my mind.

Blast of horns with bright fluorescent lights.

New York isn’t even this chaotic at night.

Constant repetition of incoherent murmurs fill

my drums to the brim.

I am sitting emotionless at my desk.

As I begin to become numb.

 

I am always apologizing.

I am sorry.

There I go again.

But that’s the only thing I can think of.

I am sorry for my inconvenience.

I will sweep myself under the rug

and get out of your way.

 

I am dumping out my mind.

Spring cleaning after each day.

I hold grudges like my life depends on it.

I wish I could snap out of it.

I wish I could let it all slip from my memory.

I am willing to start fresh.

I want a redo.

 

I am trying to accomplish my goal.

Escaping this claustrophobic fish bowl.

I am an owl though.

The world is muted at night.

Nothing comes to mind as I try to think.

I am sitting and watching the clock flash by each minute.

 

I have the whole zoo caged inside.

People stare and wonder how they got there.

I ask myself the same question frequently.

Monsters can disguise themselves and become

your best friend.

They will comfort you when others are too oblivious.

 

But I am a survivor; slowly but surely.

I am unbreakable.

Though my insides are made up of glass.

Please do not drop me.

I need a button: FRAGILE

I own a red design on my canvas.

Flashbacks engraved in memory for eternal life.

It’s in the past now.

 

I am strong.

One.

Two.

I am brave.

Three.

Four.

I am courageous.

Five.

Six.

I am determined.

Seven.

Eight.

I am living.

Nine.

Ten.

I am me.

 

-a.m

 

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