I am...

I am scared, vulnerable 

I am weak, shy, and cold 

I have lost who I once was

Become someone I do not know 

Forced into fantasized ecstasy 

Somewhere amid the deafining noise of stagnant air 

I am black, broken, and bruised 

I am white, willful, and wild 

I am the person you see with no depth in their eyes

I would like...to know what it's like to not feel pain

I would like...to be able to cry and feel the tears

I was someone you knew

I am someone you know 

I am me, but not the me you call me 

I am...afraid. 

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