I Am Not Me

I am the sailboat amid the treacherous storm,

The damsel in distress, her shoulder bore.

The whirling winds wrecking ships,

I am the body washing up on shore.

I am the setting sun behind the sea,

The maddest one you’ve seen.

I am lost.

I am afraid.

I am the girl beneath the rain.

I am the violin without the strings,

And I promise heaven is screaming.

I am Frankenstein’s monster,

Distant from duality.

I am the line between creative

And insane.

This may be who I am,

Or who my malady claims to be,

But I am definitely not who I am meant to be.

I am a child of seventeen,

With my life planned ahead of me,

And a different me to meet. 

This poem is about: 


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