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Oct 2013
Everyone is standing, staring at the front.
Here i go, I have to.
It's me.
Be abnormal in the norm.
Everyone stares thinking Im going to say something, is it going to brilliant? Sassy? Witty?
I exit to the left with no words spoken, no attempt to entertain those around me.
This is me.
This is who I am.
I am not an entertainer. I am not someone to stare at, to gawk at, to perceive as special, to want to be.
I am me.  
I am the one that spent years finding out who I am, I am the one who doesn't like being told what to do or who to be.
I am the "Me" you wish you could find in you.
I am the freedom that makes you scream
I am the voice you keep disciplined, hiding inside like a frightened child.
The voice you fear will one day collide with the reality which you live day to day.
I am Me.
I am the Me, you wish you could be.
I know myself, I know my "Me" and I know "What" I can be.
I have handled and grew from my past, i have dealt with my submissions of self hate and removed my disguise.
I have been in front of the wall and felt the cage that surrounded me, how else do you think i found the me in "Me"? I broke free.
I have witnessed my life be someone else's, I was trained to obey, but now these days I am ME.
Written by
Helen Begley  Washington, DC
(Washington, DC)   
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