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Truth be told I’m scared.

I’m scared of my feelings,

I’m scared to feel something anything.

Truth be told I’m a coward.

I’m a coward because I can’t speak for myself unless I’m pushed to do so.

I’m a coward because I can’t face hard life decisions.

Truth be told I can’t handle a ‘normal’ daily life.

I can’t because this life I live is always so unpredictable.

I can’t handle it because I don’t have the skills to.

Truth be told mylife has always been in chaos and now that it’s not I don’t know what to do with myself. I clean and clean; organize to reorganize, write and draw but I don’t know what to do anymore than those things.

Final truth be told I know all these things but I don’t know who I am.

I know these things but these things aren’t all me.

I know these things but they don’t complete me.

What I don’t know is, what is it that is to complete me?

I don’t know.

By: Marisa Chau