I feel like hiding
huddling under my covers
never coming out
I feel like a scared little kid
Whos lost her mommy
In a store
How could I have been so stupid?
It was always about me
Always, I thought this
I wish that
but underneath I care
I care a lot what others think
Maybe I always will
I’m as shallow as they get
But I don’t think
that’s who I’m meant to be
the real me
the me I don’t even know
the one I tried to kill
it shows sometimes
I must have tried so hard to kill her
When I was young
I needed to be strong
she showed weakness
only she was stronger then I could ever have imagined
stronger then I am now
I don’t know how to ask her to come home
so I can be who I was supposed to be
not what I made my self
Author notes
Banana splits
A contest entry
- Lost Yourself, Find Yourself by dreamersalwayslive.
735 points, ended July 30, 2008, 20 entries
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Comments
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It's good
It's a very good poem. In the first sentence of the sixth stanza, shouldn't really be real? Very nice and thanks very much for entering my contest!!
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