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I'm Not
I'm not.
The words I would always say to myself as an excuse.
I'm not.
The excuse that removes any sort of responsibility from me.
I'm not.
Not what? Not capable? Not worthy? Of course I am.
I'm not.
I have a soul strong enough to bend the world,
I have imagination to do anything I want,
The world is in my fingertips.
Of course I am.
I'm not.
But when my mind grips a hold and the nightmares of
Memories beyond that imagination of mine wash over me,
And all I can remember is how I felt when I held
Broken bones of the person who had saved me so many times over.
I'm not.
Not young? Not without pain? No.
I'm not.
But I can sure as hell still stand with this sky on my back and
Say to the world with pride “I am!”
Because what I'm not means nothing to me.
What I am not doesn't define me.
What I am is what shapes my soul,
And gives me the strength to move forward.
I'm not.
And at the same time,
I am.
