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Who Am I?


 Who Am I?

By Jade Olson



Who am I?

What a daring question to ask

Do you dare to dive

into the depths of my soul

Uncover all the hidden things

I’ve put away

kept away……..

From Everyone?

Let’s find out


To start, the simple things

I love books, teas, nature, and weaponry

I hold a passion for a good story

and every character has a capacity for good

In my eyes

I love having obsessions with

Shows, Books, and Movies

I have seemingly simple tastes

That wasn’t to hard right?

Just wait, there’s more

My personality will come in pieces

to make it easier for you

Here we go

Are you ready?


First the lighter things.

I am old fashioned at heart

I feel as though I belong in another place

constantly out of sync with this fast paced world

I am a bit of a romantic

I love sweet and simple gestures of love

little things that make my heart flutter

I have a decent sense of humor

And a sarcastic side

I can be extremely stubborn

But I know when to stay silent,

Sometimes I stay silent a bit too much………

I hide things in my silence

But now………..I tell them to you

Now I have delayed long enough

It’s time to tell

My hidden sides


The things I hide

Even from myself

There is a darkness in me

A darkness full of pain

and sorrow

That cries for it all to end.

For blood to spill…….

from me

Marks on my arm hold stories

stories of loss,  pain

and silence.

Such terrible silence in my own mind

When everything fades away

and all that’s left is the blade.

There is also a horrible thing in my mind

An all consuming madness

Wanting to devour my sanity

When it comes, I can’t even think simple thoughts

Everything is lost in the whirlwind

It’s terrifying to me, when I have no control


This is me.

All my hidden parts

Every flaw and dark corridor of my heart

I know it’s not much

But this is me.

I’m trying not to hide anymore

But it’s hard.

I’ve held my secrets for so long

But now…...I give them to you

To set them free

It’s time to start letting go

Of the Mask

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