Poem by Dana Young
Sometimes I wonder who I am.
The answer is overshadowed by my
Unwanted ability to mirror whoever I
Meet
Chipping away at my essence,
And taking on theirs almost like a second skin.
Covering my skin that people tell me
Is flawed.
So I subconsciously take on their
Persona.
The parts of them that seem normal,
Loved and accepted.
Hiding pieces of me that I don’t want to seek.
A game that I can’t afford to play.
And I don’t know the rules too.
Not when it comes to finding me.
The person that is buried beneath
The layers,
Covered under metaphorical blankets
To stay safe and secure from the
Outside world.
A place too big and scary
That I face anyway
Because what’s the alternative?
I’m on a journey now to find out who
I am.
And who I’m meant to be.
Without a map, without a key.
But the destination is…me.
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