Who am I?
Who am I really?
At certain times when I look in the mirror.
Sometimes there's a girl smiling back at me.
Put together and glad.
Glad to be living.
To be living with fear in the past.
Yet other times I see a girl barely holding on.
The smile it's there.
But is it real?
Sometimes when I look at myself.
I see a girl who is stuck in her head.
A girl who fears what the future holds.
Afraid of losing.
Afraid getting close to others.
Afraid of commitment.
Afraid putting in the effort.
If I were to put my symptoms on the side
and just breathe.
Be in peace.
I ask myself again.
Who am I?
Who have I become in this journey
called life?
Who am I?
I question this to myself throughout the day.
When I need a reason to keep going.
I remind myself that it's just a simple question.
Each time I stand up and face these demons.
Life feels more at ease and I see a sliver hope.
I question myself again.
Who am I really?
I AM me.
I won't let anything get in the way of me seeing the path before me.
Seeing the 'why try'
I try because I want to be whole again.
It might be a slower fight than others.
But I will conquer these demons
and internal struggles.
I AM worth it and I WILL survive this.
I promise you.
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Crashing Thoughts
Poetry"My thoughts are rushing back and fourth, like the tide is pulling my problems away"
