2014
They ask me if I know who I am.
I simply say no.
They ask me if I know who I am.
I simply do not know.
I dream of a place where
I have found my identity.
I'm reaching out, stretching my hands
But I can't seem to reach.
So once confident and self-assured,
I find myself utterly lost.
It's almost as if I am drowning
But have swam ashore.
Who am I?
The question burns in my mind.
Who am I?
I need to make up my mind.
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Cyanide Lakes
Poetry❝WE TURN OUR PAIN INTO BEAUTY AND HOPE OTHERS WILL RELATE.❞ Please read the introductory chapter for an extensive trigger-warning. This particular collection contains a wide variety of poems detailing thoughts of insecurity, depression, suicide, etc...
