Where do I Belong?

Where do I belong?

I have no idea.

My personality takes from others.

I observe and I become.

My motions are someone else’s.

I look at habits they become mine.

I look at magazines

And I want to be pretty.

I look in the mirror and I am no longer me.

I have become someone else.

Who is this person?

Why do I not recognize her?

She’s staring at me

yet I don’t know who she is.

Where do I belong?

Not here.

Not there.

Why do I try so hard?

I need to be me.

With him I feel like myself.

I can do the things I love.

I can laugh and run.

I can be curious.

I can tell dad jokes and not care.

I can dance at every wedding.

I can let him argue about politics.

My emotions are not canceled.

I can be vulnerable.

I can cry in front of him.

I can challenge him.

I can finally be free.

I belong with him.

I’m in love with him and always have.

He was meant for me.

Sharing? That’s not me.

Being with a woman? That’s not who I am.

Accepting others? Yes, love is love.

I know I’m a straight line

while others can be zig zags.

And maybe a curved line.

I know who I am.

I am with him.