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
Comments
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.