The Two Definitions of Submission

In January I had submitted.

A version of myself to people who had never met me. I tried to be the person they wanted me to be, and in the end, I became the person they never wanted.


In February I began my out-of-body experience, and never returned.

I no longer knew who I was, I only knew who I was supposed to be.


In March I tried to be happy.


In April I wasn’t.


In May, I was rejected. A version of me had died.

Rejected. They

Rejected. Saw

Rejected. Through

Rejected. The

Rejected. Person

Rejected. That

Rejected. Never

Rejected. Existed

Accepted. Luckily.


In June, I had to watch my parents be proud of me, while the world laughed at me.


In July I tried to be happy again. I wrote letters to the ocean, to the stars, to the earth.

I never got a reply.


In August, a part of me came back, while another part of me had to leave.


In September, I realized that I wasn’t myself. I found pieces of myself strewn across a campus I barely knew.


In October, I lost someone. I wrote letters to her.

I called to her,asking why she left her whole family behind.

I never got a reply.


In November, I wrote myself back into the blank pages of a journal that was once full.

I wrote and wrote and wrote and realized who I was is not who I am.


In December, I left the place that helped me become a person, and planned to go to a place that saw through me, hoping that maybe they’ll see I’m real this time.

But I had found myself.

And that was all I needed to move on.


In January I submitted a version of myself to people who had never met me. I am the person I want to be, and it doesn’t matter if I’m not the person they wanted .

This poem is about: 
My family


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