Here I am
but you won't look
I am covered in your hate
I am shadowed in your grief
I allow you to rise
while I hide
Beneath your existence
Here I am
but you allow no one to see
if I contain beauty
if I am brilliant in mind
Or sweet enough to taste
I allow you to control
the strength of my shining light
I am wanton of breath
beneath your existence
Here I am
smothered in your false love
acknowledging your control
Still giving all
If you but allow me to rise
Trust I might possess the ability
To reach down and aid you in rising
beside me in existence
Author notes
Sometimes I feel I exist for the purpose of others. Not complaining exactly, just realizing. I do need to feel needed or wanted, but do not desire to be used. I would like to become myself, though.(smile)
Written June 19th, 2006
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Can you imagine how you made me smile when I openned this site today? Well, we have a lot in common so, it thrills me when someone takes the time to give me a compliment (or a comment). So thank you very much for the time you spent on my works. You are a very talented writer for you place yourself (and some of us, too)in your work. You have truely proven that youth can not hinder the heart. I also thank you for giving some of yourself that I might understand the spirit behind the words. I am a "nut" when it comes to knowing the life of a person. And so I usually always read the bios'. Yours was unique and seemed very original to me. (but I understood what you mean) You are very deep without trying to be because you are giving what is your true essence. Depth. Now who is rambling, ha!
Just wanted you to know that I appreciate who you are and what you have to give and don't mind looking in the mirror of life and reflecting such a beautifully gifted person as yourself. I'll be watching for more pieces of you.
DivaDeb -
This was one of those poems that mirrored exactly how I once felt, and still do feel sometimes. I'm always a giver, and always trying to help where help is needed... but sometimes people do abuse that. My last serious relationship, I felt I was "beneath his existance". I was 15 when I fell in love with him, and he was 21. That lasted 3 years... so it was 3 years of feeling as though I was beneath him, there to build him up while he was stealing peices of me. I never had time to be myself, and that was all I truly wanted... and it's all I still want. But sometimes people just don't understand the real us, nor do they accept it, so in my case, I went from not being able to be me, to now hiding the real me.
Sorry for rambling. The poem was amazing, and it just made me feel a lot. 
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