Why I'm Me

I have to lie and deny 

when she asks if I hurt or feel 
a certain way 
secluded from the world 
no smile no reaction 
due to the lack of attention 
I've been seeking all my life 
I know she feels it 
she sees it 
But can't grasp the reality 
of who or how her baby boy 
at just a tender age of 14 
withdraws the emotions 
of laughter of motivation 
of the innocence of childhood brought upon by who or what 
she says she really doesn't know
should I shake you 
wake you 
to open your eyes and look into mine
to see my hurt, my pain 
the love and attention I yearn 
straight a's went to straight C's 
not allowing me to play 
the game of baseball 
or participate with football 
I know I'm not built for it 
but I'm still a kid 
I want to live 
I want believe in me 
I'm torn at the seams 
as the threads hang out 
you pull one by one 
not seeing the damage that's done 
or that you continue to create 
I'm falling apart 
let me be me, guide me
help me, love me and hold me 
like when I was little 
embrace the moment 
before it's too late 
I'm not too grown 
I'm just a kid with dreams 
This poem is about: 
Me

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