Another old poem from a few years ago

God damn it why can’t I see the real me?

I’m so fucking tired of lying
I feel like I’m slowly dying
I would be crying if I wasn’t here
not because I’m losing
but because I’ve disappointed you

I’m really only doing this for you
because I can’t see what I want to be?
When will I ever be free?
Can anyone tell me?
Can anyone set me free?

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