I'm Just Me
I can only be what I was made to be-- me.
I see people all around me,
talking, bashing, criticizing.
When I hold my instrumental pen,
that illuminates the depth of my soul,
I feel free-- as if being appreciated whole.
I will never understand the ease and contentness I feel from writing,
but I will appreciate the freeing of my soul that it allows, ing.
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