Being Me – Written Sunday 17th January 2016 (Aged 40)

Being Me

being me,
i have to smile
when the selfish side
is gnawing away
being me,
dig in deep
hope no one sees it in me
the flinch in my eyes
tearing me up inside
once the burden
of multiple truths and –
blood curdling cries is real
being me,

James Garratt – Sunday 17 January 2016

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