The truth of me.
Now that.
That I feel will always be a mystery.
Even to me.
First.
What is truth?
Who defines what is true and what is not.
People say they know the "true you".
What the actual hell does that mean?
How do they know the true me if even I don't know that.
What about me even makes me true.
I am a flickering candle.
Here.
But the slightest breath and i am gone.
I am not around long enough to have a true me. What is the truth of me?
I feel like I will never know.
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So Much to Say
PoetrySo much to say. That in itself says a lot. This is a place where I put my poems. Hope you enjoy it.
