words of a rose
sleepless nights
Nights when I can't sleep, when I can't seem to shut my eyes long enough to fall asleep, when I can't seem to focus, are nights they come. They don't really have a name, but they prey on the weak. They prey on those who will easily fall into their clutches. I sometimes call them fears, others call them anxiety, some, some call them death.
undecided
To tell you the truth,
I'm very confused.
There's so much to say
so much to search for
the answers,
never underneath my nose.
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Most know their answers already
some are close to deciding
but I just stand here
unsure of myself.
rights
I have the right
to be who I am
to be who I really am
not by how I look
or how I used to identify as
but by how I feel
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I will always be here
I will always exist
among with others
that feel the way
that I do