Am I Who I Am?

People can only see

What I portray of me.

A simple girl with a simple life

That couldn't be farther from the truth.

I hide behind not curtains but walls.

Walls so high, so thick, so strong.

It's not on purpose or anything like that

I'm simply a child

A child

That was deprived of a childhood because she had to be the oldest

Deprived of a time to discover myself

Deprived of friendships that should've just stayed mine.

What did I do wrong?

Did I grow up too quickly?

Am I not suppose to be this strong?

I've hurt others from building my walls

What can I do?

Is there anything I can do?

Have I build myself to be someone I'm not?

My walls were to protect me.

From others seeing who I am.

Scared, Defenseless, Broken, Lost.

That's who I am.

But my walls give me a leader.

Someone who can fight wars and lead to victory.

Is that even me?

Am I even me?

I don't even know anymore.

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