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[b]I'm just wondering if anyone else in here can identify?[/b]

The way I think,
The way that I survive,
Wishing to ask questions,
But instead I run and hide.

The way I dress,
The way I speak,
Only to protect myself
from feeling like a freak!

The random scattered bits and pieces,
Never making sense,
The me that's left inside myself,
Is highly in defense.

"Of what?" I ask this of myself.
"I'm not in the wrong."
"Or am I" says another part
Of me who sings this song.

It feels like I am more than one; one that's broken into three,
The one that's trying to get up,
The one that's never free,
And the one that's all confused inside and has forgotten to believe.

Is there anyone that's out there,
Who will admit that they're like me,
Can we stumble here together,
in hopes we may be free?

I have so many questions,
I am afraid to show you me,
So I change my name and hide my face,
In hopes you will not laugh at me.

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Written by Iwillflyagain!

Wow. Very honest, and very brave.

Hugs to you, Iwillflyagain!

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Written by Iwillflyagain!

I'm pretty sure that a lot of us here can relate, to at least some extent, with the feelings you have expressed. You are not alone. {{{hugs}}}

welcome, fragmented.
this is a safe place. here you are not alone. we *get* it.

Sounds like a person
I used to know
When I looked in the mirror
Some years ago

So I had a little drink
Then they disappeared
So did the nightmare
That I often feared

Then they came back
So I drunk a little more
And I became a frequent flyer
At the Liquor Store

And then I couldn't remember
Where that person went
Because I drank them away
But my problems were not sent

So when I looked in the mirror
On one rare sober day
I realized I'd replaced them
And drunk years away

Alas the person looking back
Was old before her time
And I reached out to a friend
To reverse my self inflicted crime

I still look in the mirror
And don't always like who I see
But I've come to realize
I have to live with me

Wow those are two powerful poems.

I am going to try and write one for me. Remember I have told you all that numbers are my thing not words. You better not laugh. Gosh even the thought of writing a poem scares me.

No, we are not laughing.
That's for sure!
I told my husband when he asked me to marry him
That I needed a week to think about it.
He was almost devastated.
He didn't expect it.
The reason?
I didn't want to thrust such a confused individual (me)
On such a nice guy.
I couldn't figure some things out that I had grown up with.
It actually took a LONG time..
But I did say yes the next week.
So we had to figure things out together.
It was hard,
But that was ok for us.
I DO understand about all the questions
To some degree.
Even tho I wasn't facing
What some of you are.

You are some talented people!
And it helps to hear you share in this way.
I guess this thread appears twice ???