Pouring my heart and soul onto paper,
so you can read,
these words I savor.
To truly see who I am,
who I try to be,
and maybe even understand.
Without judgment, will you relate,
to the parts of me,
I cant escape?
Only through blood and tears,
can I express,
my many fears.
To one thing or another,
my feelings show through.
No longer will I suffer,
For a few moments, at least,
I know relief.
The burden, released.
Overcome by tunnel vision,
blind to everything,
but my heart's admissions.
So many things coursing through,
confusion so strong,
drowned by truth,
spilling, from a broken dam,
similar, to myself,
everything that I am.
Pressure against my last restraint,
faltering quickly,
'til nothing remains.
Claiming a right for recognition,
standing out, these feelings,
thoughts, and questions.
It makes no difference to me,
make of it what you will.
This is ME you see
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