What am I?
For being such a simple question, it carries with it a lot of weight,
I am a liar, a fake, a loner.
I am the person you see but do not remember,
The face you speak to but cannot recall,
The body you look over but forget.
My words are a mask I hide behind,
My actions are mimicked for they are not my own,
All to appease those that do not understand.
I am a convolute of my essence,
My being is hidden behind vaults never opened,
Denying myself to live.
The person I am now a question,
My future depending on one question,
Who am I?
This thought troubling my mind, halting all avenues,
Such a difficult question has but the simplest answer,
I am Me.
No matter how many bogus words,
Or how many phony acts,
Behind everything is a silent cringe.
I may not know what I am or what I want,
But with every cringe I learn more about myself,
Hopefully to one day feel whole.
What am I?
I am human,
That is all you need to know.
By: Emily Rudgers
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Human!
And we must NEVER forget our humanity!
Beverly.
Growing Old Disgracefully.
Very painful but compelling!
I may not know what I am or what I want,
But with every cringe I learn more about myself,
Hopefully to one day feel whole.
Human indeed. Thank you for writing this!
I rediscovered this today; what a beautiful way to find your words once again that speak for me. Thanks again.
“Crying is all right in its own way while it lasts. But you have to stop sooner or later,
and then you still have to decide what to do.” ― C.S. Lewis
Love, Andrea Lena