"I don't know who I am,
tall or stunt,
weak or strong,
even with a last name and label I am confused and distraught.
I don't know what I want,
can't differentiate from the things I need,
and the things I don't.
I don't know what's good for me,
the pain that stings my skin,
the fire that burns from the bourbon liquid,
the choking atmosphere that leaves me lightheaded,
the people that slither into the warmest cervice of my heart.
I don't know why I try,
happiness is fleeting,
sadness is inevitable,
exhaustion is a must,
Peace is an illusion."
~E.
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Poetry"𝙄 𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙤 𝙥𝙤𝙚𝙩𝙧𝙮 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙢𝙮 𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙤𝙣 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙥𝙖𝙜𝙚" -3rd place winner of the splash poetry awards 2020-
