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Just me.You always say thatJust me.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
nothings ever good enough
but you need to stop comparing me
Because:
I'm not her.
I'm not him.
and I can't be
what you want me to be.
I struggle, ad I struggle
to find that perfect place
that's just mine.
But I know that if I do
nothing will ever been
good enough for you.
I'm not her.
I'm not him.
and I can't be
what you want me to be.
I can only ever be just me.
Some nights I wander,
wondering if I'll ever be
good enough. But as I look
upon the sky
there's nothing there
asking for me to change.
So I'll just realize
that I can only ever be just me.
Because,
I'm not her.
I'm not him.

An old man's deathAn old man's death3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Wearily he sits in his usual chair. Maybe no one will notice how tired he is and how much it hurts. His oldest granddaughter knocks on the door and opens the door.
"Hi grandpa. How are you today?" She gives him a hug and sits the plate of cookies in front of him. Her fiancé steps in behind her with a gallon of fresh cow's milk. He hadn't had that since he was a boy. Yum!
He smiles. "When are you getting married??"
She pauses. A different reaction that usual. Usually she says, "Not sure yet. We'll let you know."
"October the eighth."
For a split second he thought there was hope after all. October wasn't too far away. He could make it

Have You Ever FeltHave You Ever Felt1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Have you ever felt alone, in a room full of people?
Have you ever felt dead, when you 're alive?
Have you ever laughed, but cried your heart out on the inside?
Have you ever felt free, But still trapped?
Have you ever felt the need, the big need to
Fake a smile, and act like it's okay?
I have, and I will do
But staying true to yourself, knowing who you are
That is the most important thing, a human can do

Painting the Roses RedPainting the Roses Red2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I would be the only one awake
Excited to visit Wonderland
Where everything is the opposite of reality
I would hug my stuffed rabbit so he can keep me company
As I walk to the end of the hall to the old grandfather clock
I'd sprawl on the ground before it
Next to the tray of cookies and milk
That had started being left there
After the first time I fell asleep in this very spot
I ate the treat and sipped the milk in the teacup
As I waited for midnight
Tick tock, tick tock
Tickety tock, tickety tock
The sounds gave me lyrics and I softly sang the wor