woodlla1

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woodlla1

          who am i now
          is it the one who laughs or the one who hides
          or both or none
          
          Do I love them,
          or the hollow sound they left behind in me?
          Do I chase a heart,
          or the feeling of being seen
          before it slipped away?
          
          why do i run to closed doors
          and ignore the hands that shake to touch me
          why is the safe always empty
          
          Why do I give myself
          to those who will not hold me,
          and push away the hands
          that tremble to touch?
          
          i am many voices
          but none of them answer me
          Am I many people,
          or just one lost voice
          echoing in a crowded room
          no one can hear?
          
          masks cling like skin i do not recognize
          I am tired of folding myself
          into shapes I do not recognize,
          of smiling through masks
          that itch beneath my skin.
          
          Will I ever stop asking?
          Will I ever stop wandering
          through the spaces between
          who I am,
          and who I pretend to be?
          
          am i asking or just whispering to the wind
          will i ever stop chasing
          or stop pretending
          or stop
          
          i am tired
          so tired
          and yet i keep asking
          because asking is the only proof
          i am still here