if one more person tells me
they strive to be like me
they're so proud of me
im everything they want to be.
im going to scream and cry like me
break down and fall apart like me
stop holding it together like me
keep wishing not to be me
because just like me
im not perfect.
i don't have my shit together.
most days- i cant even get out of bed,
let alone be me
they say they want to be me
they couldn't last a minute like me
let alone every second,
of every hour,
of every day,
how could you want to be like me
when i don't even like me.
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Secrets of the Moon
PoetryWhat it feels like to know yourself but not enough that you know who you are.
