Something I wrote yesterday: I’d like to share it.

I am okay to be me

Whoever I declare “me” to be

Fraud to you, friend to me

My life may not exactly look like yours

Equality

A hope, a dream

If I am like creator, of creator –

How can I be disavowed by man?

The sinful, the broken, the unwell

And why does this “thing” have so much pressure?

The boys, the girls, the apps, the toys.

The drugs, the diminishing acceptance or believed to be loved.

Not just a glace, a stare. The clear disapproval.

No models, just sin.

Shame

Deeper hole shall I make?

This I shall do.

Each day, each moment I silently ask

Did I do enough yet? Do you accept me now? Do you see….me?

If you accept me, please – off the top of your head

                   No pressure

The twenty most things you like about me

…

Must be in alphabetical order

                   No pressure

I will likely hope to ask again later.

Never will

I’m scared

I’m terrified….

As I said and will say again

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I am okay to be me

To whoever I declare “me” to be

If I am like/of the Creator, how can I be wrong? Disavowed by man.

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The classic abusive relationship. Accepting the Devil you know for the Devil you don’t.

Janet Seppanen