Me
After I delete everything from myself that you don't approve of, that you don't agree with, that is different from how you think I should be...I look down and see a little bit of nothing that is left, and I wonder, not for the first time, and I'm sure not for the last time...when will I just get to be me? and I begin to realize that the answer is probably never...I thought I was living transparently, but there was still so much of the REAL me buried deep, because I knew those parts would not be ok...would not be accepted...and again I was proven right, and again I had to prune away the parts of me that have been found unacceptable and as I lose the last remnants of ME, I am consumed by hopelessness and loss...I mourn myself...I don't want to lose you to be me...but I desperately want to be me