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Jan 2018
As I reflect on my life
at such a tender age
I realise one reason why
I have always been
unhappy with who I am.

I have not been honest with myself.
I have been telling myself no truth -
just sweet lies to make me blind
and silence by ears.

In this world, we tend to craft an
image. One of our own dreams
and insecurities.
One of perfection that becomes
our own tragedy.
One to wear like armour but
there are chinks in the armour
of our souls.
And...it's all society needs to
tear us apart.

I spend so much time crafting
this image of who I want to be.
What I want you to see and only see.
What I want you to hear and only hear.
The image of a somebody who I know
will leave a mark in the sands of time...
But I never want to be myself...

It's the same with all of us, I guess...
To walk in a human world that loses humanity
every second of every **** day.
Forcing us to be someone who isn't us
just to be seen...

I've spent so long feeling invisible
when, in truth, I should feel invincible.
I am a human.
I have been labelled as having no humanity.
I acknowledge that I want to be somebody,
but not myself.
I know that now...

I've been telling myself all but one truth...
Feeling really reflective today. 2018 is making me see myself differently. If I want to make a change, I have to do it myself.
One step at a time...
Lyn-Purcell
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Lyn-Purcell  28/F/United Kingdom
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