Who Am I? - Poem by Felicity Slaughter
Do you see the real me?
I don't think anyone can,
and I've been striving
to speak up.
I know how to hide.
I rarely show my face.
My core rots with hatred.
Insults are embedded in my soul.
I won't accept your sympathy.
I can tell myself, 'It will be okay',
though I know it's a lie.
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