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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