Do I need me?
That hurts, so much.
Start's me off
Weeping and such
I am trying so hard
This is my best
To keep to myself
And not be a pest
I don't want to feel this pain
And worse for me
With my broken brain
Is to see the echo
In other people eyes
Empatheticaly sharing
What should only be mine
So instead of following
The advice to be real
I put on a show
So that others can't
Guess at what I know
I is the matter
If truth is real
Ahead and below
In this now that we feel
Being still now again
in the battle for my life
I want to give up
Since all I have is strife
I watch I wait
I wont give in
Promises are oaths
Worth more than my skin
When it was made
In a deal that stopped
Our meddling and squabbles
When time was dropped
back and back
To before it began
I also made an oath
After I ran and ran
To give up the book.
I was planning to write
and stay down here
And not start a fight
They gave me nothing
Just my peace to own
Which is ironic really
When my world is so prone
To the awe full ways
Of misinterpretation
Of the language of soul
it's meaning and function.
I am the real...
Thing.
I would have been?
In the past that still sings
Of... my type.
That now people refuse
Me at my truth
Is the only story l use.
©wrennie
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