Finding myself
People all seem to stop and stare – I tried to fit in, Be as everyone else. I dressed like everyone – Spoke like everyone – I even thought like everyone else. Everyone, that is; But me. Trapped in myself. Wanting to get out – Silently screaming to be let free. Then it happened – I found me. Standing alone – crying. Knife slicing – biting into my skin Feeling free, freer than I ever had been. Blood mixing with tears I finally found me. Written October 16th, 2001 © on Oct 16 2001 01:33 AM PST, Rebecca 0 • 1
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