findingyourself
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Purpose
Individual.
Unique.
Personal.
Who are you?
Who are we?
A purpose found – found and exploited.
Finding us, no, finding yourself;
Obtainable?
I think of the past.
I think of the sensitivity.
The moment that the aclcohol touched our lips...
I think of promises.
But who did you give the painting to?
My personality is Beyond my years or maybe it's the trend set before me
Remember when we were kids and everyone was our friend?
I don’t know where I’m headed,
But I wanna know before I go
Which way is right? Which way is left?
Finally we’ve reached twenty seventeen,
And it’s time to reflect on last year’s scene.
Once upon a time there was a broke girl
Who decided she should give a job a whirl.
She applied and interviewed high and low,
So, you want to know about me, who I am.
You want to know the girl I see when I look in the mirror,
The girl who no one knows except for me.
After the mask is shed at each day's closure,
Who am I?Am I the girl that stares into the mirror, internally degrading herself for not beingsociety's sweetheart?Who am I?Am I the lady who cannot keep up with the
Walked in shattered,
Plastered to pew,
shadow black,
back row 3 to the right,
Looking for immunity in community,
Only to find more scrutiny,
Black sheep,
Cracked heart,
To love you, is to love pain. This sweet undeniable pain. I cant deny you, like i cant deny a sweet ache in my chest. It burrows deep. You latch on to my soul. But I'm the one who is clinging to the edge for dear life.
Being invisible is easy.
Standing out is hard.
To blend into the background,
To never be seen.
It's time to unviel the beauty behind
This curtain of invisibility.
Life passes, and there you sit,
This fabric, cloaks me in darkness….
The cage within my inner mind fights amongst my own thoughts
A whirl wind of confusion.
I wonder…
Did Confucius mean to be confusing in his proverbs?
Your back
was my view
when people saw me
it was you.
I could sit here and
blame you
for hiding me,
but I’d be kidding myself.
I loved the association.
I felt like I needed
Had to close my room door because my thoughts were too loud, Or maybe …….because I’m too proud. Sometimes I refuse help from the ones I love the most sometimes I push close friends to the point where they aren’t so c l o s e.
I, a young woman today , realized my flaws.
I H I D E under a persona that is not me.
I H I D E to protect myself from scars caused by not strangers but people I love.
I sit near the window frame
Staring at my own shame
Nothing is the same
Am I really all to blame
Or is this really just some game
My emotions are set aflame
This isn't some ballgame
How can you not tell when someone is crying out to you
As if they don't give you any clues;
When you are known for happiness but filled with sadness
When you're trying to figure out this world through all this madness
Since i was kid i never really fit in
A loner, an out cast, always had to sit in
I was different, I had talent
i drew, while they play
I sang while they play
I could never understand what normal ment
I write to free my mind
To suprise myself with what I find
It gives me wings
So I may escape and be alone on the sea
I write to free my heart
From those who tore it apart
It gives me shelter
When the moonlight shines
through the broken glass,
I will remind my self
of my shattered past.
I swore I wouldn't cry
A vow I could not keep
A decision I never thought
If I Could Fly
If I could fly, I’d fly to you
If I could fly, I’d fly in the blue,
And darkness too
I would travel the globe,
And bring back trinkets and doodads,
With pictures of beyond
I pushed my hand against my chest in search of a soundbut my heart beat was no where to be found.what a tragedy I must be for my heart to have abandoned meI pressed a little harder but still couldn't feel a thing
I believe that once I was a beautiful being
A being meant to live amongst the stars
Worshipping one God and helping nature also praise Him
I once believed I could've moved mountains,
Fear of rejection
Been such a long time
Since I’ve been home
I feel like so long I was a mime
They tell you, you won't make it
Unless you fake it
Your dreams stay dreams
And the reality never changes
The barriers have been created
And the time has been dated
Only for those who are gated
I laugh to hide the tears
I smile to mask the fear
I jump to hide how far i've sunk
I dance to get just one more chance
I wear a mask of what you want to see
Laughing, smiling, jumping, and dancing me
Here in the big city that never sleeps… The building of Empire, the Midtown rush, From places to go, and people to meet, Reborn every day from chaotic hush. The boulevard of lights and New Year’s Dreams, Isle of immigrants, Lady Liberty. Horse-dra
lost child looking for an outlet
searching the world for every possible option
one option was helpful, includes a pen and a paper
and the most important thing, her beautiful thoughts
It started with a story
A simple story.
Not much more than a few simple lines
I waited, analyzed, configured, changed.
Novel became poem
Emphasizing with words and lines and rhythm
There was once a world where we wallowed
we'd fallen into a dark, cold hole
when we wake, all around us are children like us
Hand in hand they walk towards a tumbling city
For quite a while, I was the black sheep. The quiet freak, who never parted her lips or raised her hand. Every day I confined to my own solitude. It seemed I could never find my niche, forever shunned and cast out for being me.
Little girl six years old
Watching her father walk away
Little girl so sad and alone
Looking for a way to understand
I am from the smell of the Ohio River and the soft kisses of sunlight on my skin.
From the jungle gyms and slides that create the paths of my life.
The journey I take,
I walk alone.
I wish for someone to walk with me,
But this journey I must take on my own.
