The Real Me

by BlueEyedMystery   May 5, 2006


I don't know who I am,
I've lost myself in this land,
I'm so lost and scared,
Isn't anyone there?

Can't anyone see,
That this is not the real me,
The real me is hiding,
Because she's tired of all the fighting.

She wants to be found,
But there's no one around,
To help her be free,
Instead of being locked up inside of me.

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  • 17 years ago

    by Jennifer

    Once again, I loved this poem too, great job............very sad, very emotional,,,, keep ur head up.
    always jennifer

  • 17 years ago

    by Jessica

    Very good! lots of emotion and a nice flow! 5/5
    jessy

  • 17 years ago

    by Darien

    Very sad poem. I know how it feels. I've written poems like that before. Look around my stuff, and you might find something you can relate to.

  • 17 years ago

    by J Lau

    Short and sweet. The anger, desperation and fraustration jumps out through the few stanzas. Great write. 5/5

  • 17 years ago

    by Lauren

    Wow...
    this is amazing, yet so sad. but you're not alone...
    but i love the way you use the words..you are extremely talented.
    5/5
    Lauren

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