Trapped
Inside
A body
That isn't mine
Confined
My mind
Here
Why?
No one
Knows
Who
I am
Inside
I can't say
Who
That is
Or I
May find
They don't
Comprehend
Refuse to understand
They won't accept
Won't give in
And I lose them
Now past friends
No way to make amends
They're gone
But
Their stares remain
Boring into
My soul
In vain
They think
They see it
But it's just
A rendition
An interpretation
I am not
Who they think I am
I am not what they see
My body does not reflect me
But that's alright
For now it's fine
Just give it time
And I will find
Somewhere I don't have to hide
And I can show who I am inside
And you may think
You know what I'm saying
You act like a shrink
Call this all a cliché
But no one can tell me
Who I am and who I'm not
Because I am my own person
I'll never be who you want
YOU ARE READING
Poems (collection 2.0)
Puisi"Thoughtful, often sad, and angry poems. It's an outlet. A way to be heard. Not genius; only jumbled messes of the multitude of my thoughts fighting their way out of my brain. There's so much I want to say, but not enough time to say it. Here are my...
