Draft 1
There is a part of me
which cannot be erased
no matter how hard,
or how angrily,
I press the eraser
against the page.
It’s a part which I never wanted.
Which I never agreed to.
Which I never felt
truly encapsulated
the idea of me.
Yet it was bestowed upon me
as a fundamental aspect
of my very existence
for twenty years
of breathing.
Now I am finally becoming me
by learning who I am not
I am not you,
and I am not yours.
I am an ever changing figure
of my own
imagination.
