I am not am
on most days-
I just be.
I am vain,
sick of pain,
filled with shame
a sack of skin
worthless,
filled with rage
passive aggressively
lashing out
pretending to be
me. I am not me
most days, I just be
wondering the halls
lonely, adrift,
not a clue-
which way do I turn?
Where do I go?
Where am I?
Where is me?
I just me most days.
I am not am.
I am not me.
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