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**-Jerlin-**



October 15, 2000



6:16 PM



**My Room**







I used to know how to handle things.



It’s the thing I’m good at-



…or at least I THOUGHT I was good at.



They say I’m the best,



They say I’m an inch nearly perfect,



They say I have what it takes to fight,



They say I’m lucky,



They say the hope is within me…



MAYBE.



Yet, I believed in them.



Things they put in my mind to be WHAT I AM!



Or WHAT I SHOULD BE!!!



Trying to grasp things larger than the palm of my hands…



With Fallen shoulders,



Wounded heart…



I’m about to BLOW-UP!!!



But still, I’m not broken…



No, I won’t .



I’ll never be.



For I’ve heard the same voices before,



I’ve heard the same lines…



Many times I’m nearly SHATTERED.



Many times, I’ve been ALONE…



And STILL, I AM…



Alone…for now.



Maybe it is them who failed to understand me.



Maybe it is because they do NOT KNOW the truth.



Maybe they do not know because they have NOT SEEN…



They have NOT HEARD…



And they have NOT FELT…



How it is to be me.



Or maybe they are right.



Maybe it is I who do not understand.



I do not understand because I have KNOWN…



I have SEEN…



I have HEARD…



And I have FELT…



…So MUCH THAT IT HURTS.



I’ll let this day pass…



But I will not let tomorrow come without a CHANGE,



Without CERTAINTY,



Without an ANSWER.