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Mar 2016
I'm so sick of living in the eyes of other people.
It's empty doing so,  
and even worse not knowing who I am.
Sure, I can name a few qualities,
but where does the real me lie?
Where does the days in and out of putting up with everything play a role?
I'm sick of my shortcomings being brought up by others,
spending endless nights worrying about adequacy,
when in reality my thought was the only one to matter.
Even with this realization though,
I can't begin to fathom the change in mindset,
I can't begin to breathe on my own,
I don't know how and I need help.
This world doesn't revolve around me and I know,
I have to make my own way here,
But can someone help me out?
Can someone teach me without making me hate myself more?
Can someone give me a ******* chance for once?
I'm sick,
I'm tired,
my entirety aches endlessly.
Someone ******* help me here,
someone put time into me just as I've put time into others,
I'm so tired of being on the fire.
Michael Rucker
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Michael Rucker  Naples, Florida
(Naples, Florida)   
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