Conflict causes crazy
crisis, confuses me
until I'm numb.
Don't know what
I desire, asking the
question, "who am I, really?"
because I really want to know.
People's perceptions poke
at my perspective, now
I'm just even more
stressed to find
an answer, for whom
I don't know. Me,
I need the answer,
don't like the
effects of the
words of my
younger self, confining
me to the tiny
little space between
two lines, demanding
that I like this and this
but not that. Try
to drown out
the deathly dialogue,
doesn't do a damn
thing, don't know
how to feel, who
to be. Not the
same as I was
back then but
younger me doesn't
realize it. So
here I am still
asking the same
question of "who am I, really?"
because I really don't know.
Comments
this is an excellent poem. i love the use of line breaks & the little bit of rhyme with the alliteration!
thank you so much!! :)
Your poem is spectacular. I love the layout of the words and the tone of the read is so captivating and strong!
Thank you so much!! I really appreciate it!
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