The Normal Me - Poem by Carole Stout
The normal me was nice and free.
Why would I let this stuff happen to me?
Why did I let my guard down?
Why did I let my barrier break?
Why did I let me stupidity show through?
Why would I cry over a guy that was bad for me?
The normal me is strong.
The normal me has back bone.
I want to be the normal me once again.
Am I still me in anyway?
The nice normal person I used to be?
Have a changed?
In to the darker version of myself.
The me that no one has ever seen.
If some people are stupid then why do I let the things they say get to me.
Am I weak or strong?
Am I loved or hated?
Can I be me the normal me again?
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