Am I here? Am I me? Who am I?
Somehow lost is who I am.
Outside so happy and free.
In a world of hurt and judgement.
Time flows so slowly.
Every tick of a clock so loud.
Screaming in my ears.
Dark circles under my eyes.
these eyes which perceive
clear colored hazel skies.
Drawn is the line.
From which now I cross.
Everyday, every hour.
I love, I hate, I cry.
Though I know
someday I'll die.
Life isn't fair.
Never was never will be.
I've stopped wishing
Someone will see me.
Not me to the world around.
But me deep down.
In this night I hope to say.
Love cannot last.
And I am me anyway.



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