Still - Poem by AimeeLeigh Olsen
Running away, but I'm standing still
my mind flies through time
I am standing shoulder to shoulder
with the people I emulate,
I am them, I was never myself
A word, a touch and I am back in my own body.
I am back, pretending to be something I'm not.
Each breath that I take feels false
Every word is disconnected from the real person
I am inside myself, starving, pleading.
Just let me be.
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