Finding Myself
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Teddy bears watch and lullabies play,
mother sings to me,
Her voice so soft and carefree,
life is so simple
eat, sleep and repeat.
Toddler years I'm like a bull,
Let water run deep.
Let my river run like my feet
as far they can go
going with the flow.
Just another water drop,
another person in a mob.
Immersed in the vast expense
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I used to sit in my room on my phone all of the time, even when my parents weren't home.
I always knew I needed something more, as I was tired of feeling so alone.
I then got out a paper and pen and poetry started to flow.
When I was a child I was told that I was black but not black black. I didn't quite fit into the pre-packaged, tick-one-only boxes society had for me. Which made it difficult when trying to find my place.
Listen I loved you,
I love you.
The light in your eyes seemed to fill my empty space.
You were there for everything.
You were my everything.
I tried to be strong and say you could leave.
Trying to find who I am
Has never been more difficult;
With depression and anxiety,
Sexuality and gender
How will I ever figure it out?
I am not good at feeling.
Courage was never my strong suit.
Right now, I am working on healing.
People know me as the “mute”.
I'll spread myself across this page.
be present a pound the stage .
maybe then my memory won't fade.
my life no longer a passing phase .
try to sketch every piece of me in to eternity
At first, I thought I was a mix of my sisters.
They were complete opposites:
One was cautious, one was reckless.
One did well in school, the other struggled.
One was popular, the other had few friends.
I am lost. I find myself on a path to a destination called nowhere, grabbing selfish desire and never thinking of my destiny. I cry out is someone out there, but all i do is waste air, all i do is speak to air. It seems no one cares.
16 and confused. Who am I supposed to be and what am I supposed to do?
17 and unhappy. No friends, no point. School doesn't mean anything to me. What a waste of time...
From the genesis of time,
Man was created from the very bowels of the earth
Flesh and bone
I see the world in shades of grey
On the surface of it
A hypocritical, superficial environment
I want to know myself
Because until I know myself
I will be looking in the mirror
Unable to see me
I will get lost in a reflection
That isn't mine
And wear a mask of skin
That fits so tight
I am a voice of power, a light of trust, a code of mystery, a spell of magic placed in this world.
I wonder why evil witches cast malicious spells on the others.
