Don’t Have a Clue

I cannot remain in this depressed state.

Once I believed in the hands of fate.

But lately it all just seems so wrong.

I feel like no matter what, I don’t belong.

Anywhere I try to fit,

Why do you all expect such per-fec-tion?

I’m only me, God’s lowly creation.

I haven’t even begun to live,

Without the confines and pre-requisites�� which you give.

Don’t you see?

It’s all an illusion…

Brought about by a human drive…

I am not she…

Nor will I ever be.

I am ME.

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