Poem: This is

This is not fun.

This is cool.

This is not right.

Most importantly this is not me.

I am lost and I do not want to be found.

This is where I belong, at least, I think.

Could this be my mistake, or a disaster?

Time will only tell, but I can not be the person you want.

This is not for me.

This is for you.

This is for us.

I know you do not understand now, but I cannot say.

Just let me go and then maybe you know.

This is it.

This is down.

This is over.

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