4am and I'm left thinking.
Who am I?
Lately over the years,
I have lost touch with the real me.
As I put out quite a facade,
truthfully I am lost.The need for desperation crawls up my back.
Why can't I just find myself?
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forgiveness
Poetrya collection of poems dedicated to self forgiveness. learning the path of acceptance along the way.
lost
4am and I'm left thinking.
Who am I?
Lately over the years,
I have lost touch with the real me.
As I put out quite a facade,
truthfully I am lost.The need for desperation crawls up my back.
Why can't I just find myself?