To steady the pendulum
swinging in the dark,
left to right,
I cannot see my own direction.
disillusioned-
unsure of what’s reality,
unsure of me.
dysphoric,
but of what?
who knows,
who needs to know.
maybe, of me, you see,
of me and who I’ll be.
and one day
I’ll know
that I was just for show
and I can be,
truthfully,
the one my heart does know.
Lauren Curr
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