A poem I wrote before explant.....

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I wrote this a few weeks ago, I've really been thinking about this

whole 'implant' and American Beauty thing. Not to mention it wasn't

long ago I thought I was dying or had MS. What a long two years it

has been. Anyway, I'm not sure where I was when I wrote this, but

today I'm so happy NOT having implants, I hope I will continue to

feel the joy..............

It's not when the day spins my head,

with beautiful people passing by.

It's later, when it gets to me,

alone, I look, I cry.

Do you recall my first impression-

treasured mirror of years?

Please tell me how did we change

From happiness to fears?

I gaze deeply and I ask……..

Who are you?

Are you trying to destroy me?

What is beauty?

I Close my eyes………….

Can I feel beauty?

Do I know that it's real?

Can I remember the last time I felt needed?

I look around and find,

I'm not the only one.

Yes, you see it too,

You covet and it's fun.

Change would be so wonderful

Just one glimpse makes me crave,

a better way to deem myself

are there others I could save?

Is it safe to look myself now - is anyone looking?