Myself

Words on paper,

Sorting my thoughts.

Never good at speaking,

Never had many friends.

Opened my World,

Allowed expression.

Confidence was never my

Forte.

A connection,

With myself.

An understanding,

Renewed.

This poem is about: 
Me

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