Why can't you let me be me?
Why must you question me,
poke and prod me,
examine me,
Like some science experiment?
I'm just a person.
I'm just me.
That's all I want to be.
So why can't I get that to stick?
You ask questions,
so I answer,
But you didn't care enough to hear it.
You want a clear decision,
so I try to give you one,
But you didn't care enough to understand it.
You want me to be happy,
so I tell you what does,
But you didn't care enough to let me have it.
I can't do anything.
I've already done what I can.
And you just tell me to keep doing it.
Why can't I let me be me?
Why must I question me,
doubt me,
discredit me,
Like I don't know me?
I know I do.
I am me.
That's all I want to be.
So why won't I believe it?
I find answers,
then I make more questions,
But they only have unwanted answers.
I make decisions
then I doubt them
But those doubts don't seem relevant.
I say I'm happy,
then I say I don't know what I'm talking about.
But I know when I say it, I mean it.
I can't do anything.
I'd be fighting myself
And all I can do is beat myself up.
I just want to be me.
I'm happy, pretty, smart, and fun.
I love myself,
but being myself
seems to be the hardest thing to be.
This was written after I explained myself again.
10/20/19
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Feelings, maybe?
PoetryI have been writing down my feelings after any event that I had been emotionally affected by. They come out as slightly cryptic, half-poems, so I guess I'll post some of them here. Most of them will have dates because I might not post them in order.
