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I Lost Myself When I Lost My Logic
My thoughts and beliefs were always simple.
I could always explain them in long straight lines.
Tacking rational explanations onto irrational practices.
But lately my mind is birthing unconventional reasons for my childhood.
A childhood I thought was normal, but maybe just a tad depressing.
Words are being woven into bundles and being used to choke out easy answers.
Answers that were hard for others to hear, but easy for me to believe.
Or maybe I'm just good at convincing myself to harbor these ideas.
But now I can't use my usual lines to ease my mind.
They want me to look for layers in myself when I've only claimed to have one for years.
Being complicated was never my forte, though it always looked just the opposite.
"I do this for me, it's who I am, I can embrace it why can't you?"
These old hopes die like so many other explanations.
But this one line is the only one I had, the only one I could truly say was right.
And now I'm rejecting the very thing that made me... me.
So now what will become of a small girl, when she realizes she's lost herself?
My thoughts and beliefs were always simple.
I could always explain them in long straight lines.
Tacking rational explanations onto irrational practices.
But lately my mind is birthing unconventional reasons for my childhood.
A childhood I thought was normal, but maybe just a tad depressing.
Words are being woven into bundles and being used to choke out easy answers.
Answers that were hard for others to hear, but easy for me to believe.
Or maybe I'm just good at convincing myself to harbor these ideas.
But now I can't use my usual lines to ease my mind.
They want me to look for layers in myself when I've only claimed to have one for years.
Being complicated was never my forte, though it always looked just the opposite.
"I do this for me, it's who I am, I can embrace it why can't you?"
These old hopes die like so many other explanations.
But this one line is the only one I had, the only one I could truly say was right.
And now I'm rejecting the very thing that made me... me.
So now what will become of a small girl, when she realizes she's lost herself?