Dilemma

I want you to know me but I don’t want you to know my secrets.

I want you to know I’m strong but being called that makes me feel like a victim.

I want to scream from the mountains while curled up in bed.

I want you to know the funhouse I live in but I want to be like everyone else, living in a small house at the end of a cul de sac.

I want you to understand but I wouldn’t wish that understanding on anyone.

I want to be normal but I don’t know what that is.

I want peace.

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