For What? by Rachel Schwerin

 A novelty I am,

Got too easy, I always ran,

Give anything to find who I am.

I interchanged lives throughout my prime,

Didn’t prepare myself for the climb,

The only idea I knew farce was time.

Disturbia comforted me.

Petrified to be defined,

Insomnia helped me see

The flooded thoughts that lived inside my mind

Always threatened at the trivial,

Easily frightened by the conventional

Acclimated to be alone . . .

Realizing no one is trying to find me

I didn’t fit into anyone’s reality,

I fought to a degree to stay free . . .

Only to sit in the noise of my actuality.

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