This is me.

I am broken and scarred,

Emotionally wounded and hiding it,

Since I was young I was told emotions were weakness,

I told no one about the darkness slowly consuming me,

An oily thick black substance,

It drowned me in the worst feelings,

I thought of myself as pathetic and unworthy,

I believed I was better off dead,

I fight it constantly,

I am a witness to an illness who took my mother,

It slowly became part of her,

Cancer,

It’s there before you know it,

And in the process of trying to get rid of it,

It slowly kills you too,

I am going to change the world for the better,

Make sure that we have a fighting chance,

Against enemies that we can’t always see

I am a fighter,

I am a witness,

And I am a worthy opponent.

This poem is about: 
Me

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