The shame in my tears drips down my cheek,
Drops of fear and frustration landing inside my glasses
As my head hangs low so nobody sees who I am
Hiding is never easy;
Trying to cover who I think I was
From who I might become
I am no one
I am non
I am nothing
My lack of identity is binding me;
Shackling me to stifle as much emotion from surfacing
So I don’t show anyone the truth
The shame in my fear keeps me crying in private places
Crying when no one else is awake
Crying in silent
I have no identity
I have no reality
Who I was is lost
Who I am now is…
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