Me

I never write poems about me..
Poetry..
I don't like to think about it..
Who does it honestly benefit..
Me..
How I'm precieved..
How I'm recieved..
What does writing about me.. achieve..
It doesn't help me with what I see..
I see someone damaged beyond repair..
I see someone who acts like they don't care..
Me..
I see missed opportunities..
Of love.. Life.. Happy ever after..
Does it really matter..
I see Me..
Sometimes I settle.. for me..
I hate being lonely..
It's not that I hate Me..
I love me..
But Maybe..
I don't agree..
With me..
With what I see..
What could be..
It's so easier to hear to a song and write..
It's so easy to listen..
It's so easier to be different..
From other's perspective.. Someone else's life..
That's the only thing that seems right..
When I see me..
I see the possibilities..
The potential.. The lost soul..
The soul that has yet to find peace..
I see the Me.. That's pretending to be..
Happy..
While.. Anxiety gets the best of me..
Fear of Heatlh, hurt and trauma..
I miss my momma..
I miss how life used to be..
I miss the old me..
The me that was so sure.. Of her place..
This me just occupies space..
I see the tears fall down my face.. I see me.. clearly..
So clear..
That I'm sure..I'm still here..
I don't know me at all..
And when the tears fall..
Every tear represents change.. I may need it..
I honestly don't know how to achieve it..
Change that I'm afaid to make..
What will it take..
Me is screaming fight...
So I'll keep trying with all my might..
I don't trust me to be me..
Fully..
I know that I'm holding back.. Why..
I couldn't tell you the answers.. So I cry..
Cry for Me..
The person I see..
The reflection that looks at me..
The failure to gain clarity..
When looking in my eyes..
I'm just talking.. Now..
But somehow..
I'm speaking for me..
I just want to be free..