Me (Poem)

Most of the time-
I don't know who I even am.

Most of the time-
I'm lost, just like any other human.

Most of the time-
I cry into my pillow silently.

Most of the time-
I throw tantrums and act violently.

Most of the time-
Nothing I do or say makes any sense.

Most of the time-
My future seems clear yet so dense.

Most of the time-
I run, run from myself and others.

Most of the time-
I cling to people who never bother.

Most of the time-
I feel unwanted and unworthy

Most of the time-
I love myself unapologetically.

But,
All of the time
I am aware of
who I am.

I am, simply just ME.

-Jes

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