There used to be a part of me
That was open.
There was a time
Where I was willing to share.
There was a time
Where I was happy through and through.
There was a part in time
Where I loved myself more than anything.
Then, they took it away.
I became closed off and secretive.
I rarely ever spoke.
I lost myself in darkness
And stopped looking for the light.
They broke me down
By not doing a thing.
That's what hurt the most.
No one noticed.
No one said a word.
No one tried to help me.
They helped me dig my own hole
Without doing any work.
Now it's years later
And now I see.
For now I realize,
It was simply the world.
There never was anything wrong with me.
For even though I remain stone cold deep inside,
And always will be,
I'm nothing but happy
With being no other than me.
~a.k.
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Polaroid Poems
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