identity

She’s not me

 

Those were big shoes to fill

But those can always be padded

I carry a lingering laugh

A silly nature

A curious mind

She wanted to be me

But she is not me

I can handle the fire

I can handle the river

No deluge put a fear in me

But its like you are a leech

Draining the mighty blood

Its her time to now be me

But she is not me

 

 

Categories: identity, Poetry, Psychology, society

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