I want—
I want the real me back.
I want so bad.
I haven't seen me in a while.
I don't even know who I am anymore—
but I know the old me is still there.
Somewhere inside.
Clinging for dear life,
begging to come back.
So very small.
Just a tiny speck of light.
I want to grow—
but can't.
I am trapped.
Trapped by rules and regulations.
Rules I broke.
Loopholes I am wading through.
I am exhausted.
Becoming so sick—
and tired.
Tired of fighting—
and struggling—
and battling with myself.
With my very own self.
All will be well again.
I am scared.
But I know all will be well—
And glorious.
And happy.
And clean.
And pure.
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Megan Artus
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