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.
About the Creator
Ada Zuba
Hello and welcome to my page. I love reading fantasy, mystery and thrillers. I am an Amazon Affiliate Marketer even if I make no money, but it keeps my spending habits down. I love writing in different genres and challenging myself.
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