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ugh for you can see my fins I’ve been called a chameleon I suppose I’m good at switching skins for who was I before emerging soaked from all this rain I’ve given in to life half-lived addicted to the pain I’ve called on you to watch me dance then run inside to hide for comfort with who I really am would mean admitting that I’ve lied the outside watches eagerly, to fit with them I’ve tried to lift this veil and breathe this life to give it all before I’ve died mirrors in the morning will tell if I did sleep at night this slope is icy grass the climb to dreams is steep</p><p id="788b">In response to this prompt and for all those who suffer from fear of being true to themselves and for those who have a hard time sleeping.</p><div id="47b7" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/dynamite-for-children-13c2081b7889"> <div> <div> <h2>Dynamite for Children</h2>

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<div><h3>“no great poet has ever been afraid of being himself.” Langston Hughes</h3></div>
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    </div><p id="3aa9">© <a href="https://medium.com/@LazarSamantha">Samantha Lazar</a> 2020</p><p id="1ae7">Thank you for reading. <a href="https://readmedium.com/samantha-lazar-c5019b3dee5e">I’m a teaching and writing mom.</a> I write poetry, fiction, and essays in celebration of being a Mom, Wife, Educator, Writer, &amp; Lover of Life. ❤POMpoet❤ Follow my 2020 <a href="https://medium.com/sky-collection/tagged/sky-collection">Sky Collection</a> Project, and <a href="https://upscri.be/givew3">subscribe</a> to my newsletter to keep up to date!</p></article></body>

Anxious Like Me

Dead Poets Live Prompt: _____ Like Me

Image by Martinschuschi from Pixabay

out in public eye am I sunshine behind this cloud I handle your emotions I take them home all proud I wrap them up and hold them as if they were my own and wonder why insomnia won’t leave me alone so much drama of my youth pretend the change has come to be let me wallow in this fiction let this theater swallow me the hiding spot is seeping through for you can see my fins I’ve been called a chameleon I suppose I’m good at switching skins for who was I before emerging soaked from all this rain I’ve given in to life half-lived addicted to the pain I’ve called on you to watch me dance then run inside to hide for comfort with who I really am would mean admitting that I’ve lied the outside watches eagerly, to fit with them I’ve tried to lift this veil and breathe this life to give it all before I’ve died mirrors in the morning will tell if I did sleep at night this slope is icy grass the climb to dreams is steep

In response to this prompt and for all those who suffer from fear of being true to themselves and for those who have a hard time sleeping.

© Samantha Lazar 2020

Thank you for reading. I’m a teaching and writing mom. I write poetry, fiction, and essays in celebration of being a Mom, Wife, Educator, Writer, & Lover of Life. ❤POMpoet❤ Follow my 2020 Sky Collection Project, and subscribe to my newsletter to keep up to date!

Poetry
Anxiety
Healing
Trauma
Self
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