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The Real Me

Years have slipped away

and I have changed.

I no longer pride in my appearance

or experience the playfulness

Which one made me unique.

I am now a captive

Of my own dimise.

As my new persona is disconnected

Full of lies!

The past, present and my future to be...

I am lost in emotions

Why can't I go back

undo the time and set my spirit free?

Slowly I discovered the barrier

Which clouds my head, sheilds my core.

Protects my heart, conceals my soul.

Led ne to my self dimise...

Believing you cared enough

To bring me to this earth

It was not having your love

Which took my self worth.

Now no one can hurt me

For I have changed

Yes, I have realized

That this is the real me.

Image Credit » Mine kcmaice

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sunny2014 wrote on June 13, 2014, 11:43 AM

happy good nice day

Ruby3881 wrote on June 13, 2014, 12:51 PM

Wow, that's really dark stuff, Lettie!

kcmaice wrote on June 13, 2014, 1:12 PM

97% of my poems are like this &Rubbie3881 I always seemed to have inspiration in the darkest moments of my life ;(

BarbRad wrote on October 27, 2014, 1:48 AM

I also seem most inspired to write poetry when I'm feeling emotionally miserable. I haven't written any for years.

kcmaice wrote on October 27, 2014, 8:28 AM

Hopefully that means that you are emotionally balanced ☺ Lately, I believe that stress has been preventing me from writing a lot of poems.

BarbRad wrote on October 27, 2014, 12:35 PM

I can occasionally write a verse and maybe even a poem with some inspiration other than misery, but my best has come when there is a complication in my emotional life.