No one can ever say I'm unreal
No one can ever say I'm not who I am
If I choose to fear rejection, that's my way
No one can ever say I'm faking it
No one can ever say I'm dumb
If I struggle with ill-fortune, that's my way
We may scream out our different tunes
And take up different swords
But we all breathe the same air and fall the same way too
I don't need no honest words
To heal my broken soul
I've struggled on my own till now
I don't think I'll live forever
Or sing safely in the mire
But I'll carry on regardless and rise within the fire
Author notes
Written on 21st October 2004 at 12:00 GMT
In a list
- trophy 1 - gold • next in list
- written for contests • next in list
- survival stories • next in list
- rhyme: none • next in list
- 11-20 • next in list
What did you think
Comments
-
very good, would make good lyrics
very good, it could be a song, keep up the writing and you will go far, you should maybe take some of your poetry to a music agent, see what they say and you just might end up with some sort of contrct, you never know! -
Yes, this is wonderful. It makes me smile to know that you were writing hopeful poetry while I was away. I hope this trait continues.
Always yours -
I like the last verse about carrying on regardless, it's a great way to end the poem.
-
Wow...WOW
OOOH! OOOH! *dies for a moment* I love it...LOVE IT. People always think that being a certain way is just following the crowd but no matter WHAT it is still a person's decision! AAAGH! I love the concept of this piece and the way you weave it into this imagery...You just completely rocked my socks. Cheers!
Adding your comment:
3 old applause
