Where is the Real Me

 

Where is the real me

Everything is fucked it seems

I can’t breathe

My life is being torn apart at the seams

I wish my life was like an evergreen

The leaves never falling

People never leaving

No more scheming

No more screaming

What’s the meaning

Why are you leaning

Away from me

Can’t you see

That all I want

Is to be free

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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