The Voices in My Head

Is it better fitting in or
Is it better standing out?

They cannot change me;
My will is too strong.
A stranger in a strange land.
Losing self makes land no less strange.
Losing self makes them no less strange.
I will be me.
I must be me.
…
Only me.

I found this poem on an old scrap of paper. I must’ve written it years ago. I can’t even remember why I wrote it now. The reasons can’t have been that important.

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