I have to try to be me even when many people don’t want me to be me. It’s sad and hurtful when people put others down, ridicule them, and verbally/emotionally abuse them just because the person just wants to be their own person and be happy. So I have to be, I have to try to continue to be me or else I will no longer exist.
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Fog of Darkness
darkness fog
surrounds me
hiding me
from what is out there
as if it doesn’t want to be seen
or heard from
until the last second
but is there something stalking me
waiting to pounce
waiting to cut me open
shredding me to pieces
wanting to seriously hurt me
maybe even kill me
to kill who I am
just because
I am happy
darkness fog
thickens
hard to breathe
gasping for air
pass out
laying there
for the wolves
to eat me alive
just laying there
no fight left in me
to be who I am
I succumb
to the darkness fog
I allow the wolves
to devour me
to kill me
to kill who I am
just because
I no longer have the will
to fight for who I am
I no longer have the courage
to be
me
and the darkness fog
has me
because
I no longer
exist
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