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Who I Am
written by Morbid Angel
09:37 PM 1/23/05
You have no idea how much I hate the person I've become. I sometimes wonder why I don't just bang my head on the wall until it bleeds. Then I can cry, write an emo poem about it and scream until my lungs collapse. I can't even do that well enough. Isn't it funny that the people I've always said I wouldn't be are the people I've turned into? No one but me is here anymore, it's like I exist within my own head. Even when I see Chris, I have to become some other person, someone he can love. And then theres me underneath. This is me. I may always act so negative but it's not a cry for attention or for someone to tell me I'm wrong, it's the truth and I don't want people to think something about me and then be proved wrong. Because then I'll be faking it. I can never show myself to anyone.


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Author's footnotes and comments on this Poem:
But at least I can admit it.

I know it doesn't rhyme.

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