Yours Truly

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49426
United States
42° 50' 52.4868" N, 85° 52' 8.7348" W

I don't know who I am. I don't know where I am, or where I am supposed to be. 

I find myself lost in different dimensions, I see the world in a million different perspectives. 

Why? You may ask. Well I was born an old soul, one that crumbles and one that folds. 

Maybe it's because of the wind, maybe it's because of the rain, and maybe it's because I see every face the same. 

I never change. 

But I'm not the same. 

I am no slave. 

But I still have chains. 

It's a constant battle, being the real me and the me I only want people to see. 

It's hard to count it all joy, distracted by all the noise. 

Most times I need to stop and remember there is a God. 

And I am not. 

In this way I see my true identity. 

Knowing I'm not in control, leads me to serenity. 

Like an ocean-born, I float on the waves, back to shore. 

Place my feet on the sand. I know where and who I am. 

I know there is a God and I am not. 

I am no George Clooney, I am only yours truly. 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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