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While growing up, it was always difficult for me to watch or hear about people killing snakes simply out of fear. I remember my neighbor’s father killing a snake with a shovel right in front of me and my friends, and it broke my heart.
How can I cease to be
The person that is me
For when I look in the mirror,what do I see?
I see a girl that society is breaking,
I see a girl that society is making.
A girl that yearns to stand tall,
I am making mistakes
Bumping down the road without a break,
Binging on food so that I can be in a bettter mood.
I am the rock in the leather jacket,
Standing against the gate looking cool
Pay no attention to the woman behind the curtain
She longs to tug on the fabric, to pull it miles away
She hides so that her mold matches that of society
So that she won’t be seen for her flaws and mistakes
From my youth, I recall thoughts and wishes
Of my life being as the wind that swayed the trees.
It didn’t hide its true self behind something fictitious
It was powerful, beautiful, and noticeable, just as I wanted to be.
Over the years I've lived through a lot of things;
Over the years I've been a lot of people,
So many that I lost myself.
Sometimes I look,
