"Express yourself" they tell me,
"Your thoughts, your fears, your loves".
I start and try my very best,
I try and try and try my best,
But this sound cannot escape my tongue.
Instead I talk about my life,
For it is a piece of me.
What is in and what is out,
Not what's up and what is down,
The only conditions they can see.
Hockey, soccer, music, art,
All are personally profound.
A simple man could find out more,
A household mouse might see in store,
Anyone could find out more in this little town.
But they're oblivious and unknowing,
To how my mind really works.
These things are just distractions now,
Distractions for my mind somehow,
But still they stay so potent.
Yet still I close myself up tight,
For those who want a part of me,
Whoever searches hard enough,
And looks so deeply through the rough,
Will see into my artistry.
A contest entry
- I am... by Desdmona.
800 points, ended April 21, 33 entries
Honorable mention
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I like this. The light-hearted aura and fun atmosphere the piece brings is refreshing. I like the first stanza and the explaination of trying to write about something. Overall good job and good luck! ~Des
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Loved it.
I see thr frustration, and I love the last few lines. -
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Thanks =]
I personally love the last few lines too
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