I…..Feel it
I Feel it pounding, not unlike a heartbeat, this
Strange and knowing feeling, driving me, driving my soul
I…..Feel it
Striking my mind, berating my soul, saying
Why, why are you not he you wish to be
I…..Control it
I am who I choose to be I scream, the past
Screams…..saying, you lie, you are what needs to be
I…..Refute it
I alone create reflection
I alone strike the match
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abnormalvaverage
I'm a high school English teacher in Texas. I also hold degrees in radiography and radio and television broadcasting. Though I obtained certain knowledge and skills from my prior degrees, I do not currently use them.
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