I Am
I am human.
I am more than just the fesh covering my skeleton
I am a person,
A singular mind
An inividual human being left to wander this
Earth and wonder who I am.
I am my good days
And I am my bad days.
I am my panic attacks as well as
My sleepless nights.
I am the nightmares that wake me up so late at night
In such a fervor of fear that
I fear for my own life because
I am my mind and my monsters and everthing else
That is me.
I am the word which others use when they describe
Though I do not know them they are me
They are what strangers know about me and the
Mental image they form of me because to them that is me
Because I am more than just my body and my words and my brain
I am everything that has to do with me even if not directly.
I am my anxiety,
And I am my insomnia,
I am my trust issues, and my broken bonds
I'm all of thse memores stffed into synapses and stored in
Grey matter which is still me.
I am myself from head to toe and everything inside it but the thing I am the most is the one thing that only I can be.
I am my own worst enemy.
I am me.
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