Dying Truth

Dying Truth

A Poem by Kristy
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Life...mind....soul....me....you...she...he....

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I take his hands

She takes mine

They are mine

And they’re both devine

That’s my secret

My inside die

The true self wanders

While my lies shattered

I am me and you are you

The confusion only grows

While I wonder of who I am

The hallow night of passing day

I like both but would they take…

I fear of hatred if myself escape

I fear judgement when I'm looked

Its learning matter to many people

Its who I am

My dying truth

I love her body

He has the smile

They're both wonderful but would they wonder?

Can i hide it for much longer.

I wish I can go up to you

My throat caught of my truth.

Will you dispiss me?

I spoke softly,

"Mom...I'm..."

© 2008 Kristy


Author's Note

Kristy
I wrote this in class when i just had this sudden odd emotion

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Kristy
Kristy

South Gate, CA



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Hi I'm Kristy. I'm 15 years-old. I'm a junior in high school and my future career gaol is to become a writer or to open my own cafe'. If i can not be a writer then i guess i don't have much of a talen.. more..

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