I Am
I am a riddle
wrapped up in a conundrum
shaped by confusion...
Trying to figure out if
silence is golden
or
to let it all out...
I am trying to blend
and to stand out
and to be myself
but
live up to expectations...
I am lost sometimes and found often
stunned into disbelief
but wanting to believe...
I am filled with certainty in regards to
uncertainty
frightened by the future
but
intrigued and eager to move forward
I was...
I am...
I will be...
Me?
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