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Rated: E · Poetry · Other · #1972847
A sort of angst filled outlook on what it means to figure out who you are.
It feels like I'm floating and spinning.

Without a firm grip on anything.

Sometimes, it's like there's someone I'm supposed to be

But figuring it out seems to solve nothing.



It just gets me so overwhelmed-

All these sensations

Joy, grief,triumph and disaster.

They all keep my days chock full of emotions.



Is it weird that I can't keep it in?

Every laugh, every word, every scream.

Why don't I deserve any peace?

Instead, escape from this chaos remains a dream.



It's like an amalgam of forgotten sounds,

broken promises and a splintered dream.

Like it's slowly chipping away at who I am

Leaving me with something vaguely tasting like sour cream.



Sometimes, it's like there's someone I'm supposed to be....


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