It is

Struggling to find the words

to express my insides

parts of me tangled up, others intertwined

 ignoring people passing by

besides the fact that I’m here

sitting, thinking, imagining, 

what it would be like to fly

 

A lot of shit has happened and it’s only been a week

so much stress in my life already, it’s getting hard to think

like MLK you could say I have a dream 

to be better, faster, stronger

 

simply striving for the best

climbing over obstacles trying to pass every test

constantly bombarded never time for rest

my greatest fears exposing my soul

as it strips me of everything I’ve ever known

 

it’s out of my hands as I reach for my humanity

my sanity

It slipped out of my grasp

I’m just a puppet forced to play my role

 

I was never good at acting.  

This poem is about: 
Me

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