On Poem: How Much?
How Much?
a.m
How much did you lose yourself in make you feel relate to others?
How much did you lose yourself in order to be understood by others?
How much did you lose yourself in order to look right with others?
How much did you lose yourself in order to be accepted by others?
It’s funny when we make ourselves to be that someone who always suppresses themselves to be kind, unique, fool, scary, fun, mysterious, clever, tough, wise all the time when we know nothing suppresses us to be so yet we also know it is tiring to be so.
When did it all start?
And now, how much of yourself is left?
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