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I felt like I was thrown,

from a balcony.

Landind in pain,

my body ached.

My heart was rushing,

because I didn't know 

what happened. 

My mind was wondering,

how did I get here?

What led to this?

I guess I had to be thrown,

or beaten around to know

what I was going inside of me.

I needed a wakeup call.

But I was tossed out the window,

by the one who said she loved me.

I never heard those words before,

so maybe that was what I held onto.

I guess she did,

in her own way.

But not all of me. 

Not then, and certainly not now.

I wasn't acceptable as I truly am.

She thinks it,

but I know it to be a lie.

If that were the case,

why did I hide who I was for so long?

Why did it take someone else,

to open my eyes?

Why did I have a fear, 

which I still have, even now?

If she knows who I am, 

why ask questions

like she doesn't know me?

Because she didn't.

I fear the inevitable will happen soon,

I will be thrown out.

Not because of something I did,

but because of who I am.