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Who I'll Be
Who I’ll Be
Who am I?
Where to begin…
Start at the top or in the basement
There’s no easy line
No easy word
Just a few hundred syllables
My heart is always pounding with fire
Crackling my experiences in my lungs
My head whirls like a tornado
Tossing and turning each way
Getting deep into the water
Makes me fear myself
What if I am continued to be held down?
Will I drown?
I am one who does not exist
Words tremble on these lips
That I did not want to create
I can’t control everything I say
I am one who feels
Finds everything a little too real
Crawling back into my shell
My heads a cavity, oh how I fell
If you were to take my hand
I’d smile and take it but then I’d cry
I tend to find
A way to make good things die
It’s not all my fault you see,
I am built from tragedies
A shattered cup
Angry beasts
I’m trying to grow from a pot of defeat
A shadow and a cloud
Above and behind me now
Cannot escape the fate that’s been placed
But I run, I run
Try to fly
Growing from dead nutrients
There’s hope in the flies
That swarm my decaying body
The shell of the person I have become
I am nothing, no one
But these thoughts should succumb
To die is to let go
To forget every broken bone
Every lie and every cry and all the texting on the telephone
A shiver travels up my spine
A feeling I always deny
There’s nothing to worry about
Nothing to see
All I am
Is who I’ll be
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My teacher told me "Tell Me About You" on the first day of class, and so....I did.