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