I lie awake and cry,
The same thing every night
I know what I am,
Yet it upsets me all the same.

I think of the past,
I think of the future,
But all I see,
When I look in the mirror,
Is me.

The way I am not,
A black cloud,
With no silver lining.

I curl up in a ball,
In the corner,
On the floor,
I hide from the world,
From its abuse,
From its comments,
From reality.

I go on living,
This sorrow rules my life,
As the tears fall,
I wonder...

What I will see,
And where I will be,
If I stay being me.

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