it's not about who, but why...

two weeks ago, i came across Six Word Saturday.  i didn't find mine until Sunday.  [social anxiety follows me into cyberspace.]  though they did not find their way to me in time, they did give birth to a poem.  i found my next set of six on Thursday...[I don't like who I am.]...by Saturday i was lost to them.  only remnants of them lie in a poem untold.  so now i find myself yet again staring at another Saturday and a feeling that has been plaguing me all day.  it didn't take much effort to put into six words...

not who, but why am I?

if read correctly, it may seem a bit unnerving.  i'm obviously not in a good place at the moment...but i have an amazing talent for rebounding.  I know this too shall pass.  (that is also six words; go figure.)

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i decided to pull together the remnants and tell the untold...the idea is six six words, although technically the title would make seven...

I Don't Like Who I Am

Today, I looked closely at myself.

I reflected on who I was;

I picked apart who I am;,

pondered who I wished to be.

what I found was quite disturbing.

how do i correct my path?