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My problem is that i don't know me;

And the reason this is so

is because i've hidden myself from the world,

Got so good at hiding that i lost myself.

Hiding made it easier for me not to feel pain

because it wasn't really me.

So what did i care

What they thought?

What she did?

What he did?

And behind that mask that i hid myself,

Myself did begin to fade away.

Not the basics, for i had those,

My belief in my Savior Jesus Christ,

My love for certain people,

My appearance; minus the empty eyes;

Oh no, all that stayed true

but with all that still -

-i was empty.

Void of all and everything

Myself had gone away.

to a place i didn't feel the need to hide;

to keep some memories so locked away-

-that inever spoke up them;

to keep some secrets so deep-

-the jaws of life could take me before i told;

to keep these things, from myself.

There's things i wish not to remember,

but i must, so they may heal,

so please let the healing begin-

-no matter how painful

-no matter the consequences,

so that i may find myself.