Who am I?

I am just now coming to terms with who I am


Who am I, separate

Apart from the molds I squeeze into 

Depending on who I am with

I don’t really enjoy the me I’m getting to know

Uncertain, anxious, damaged 

From cramming into small spaces I don’t belong

But there is no avoiding me now

To do so

Would just be torture

The only alternative

Is to heal and grow and hope

Hope that love for who I Truly Am

Is found along the way.


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