Then:
Therapy
I sit on a couch and let someone judge me.
I watch as she analyzes all my little choices.
I try to listen to her and ignore my own doubting voices
She is here to help or so she says
But I can't get that little voice out of my head
It tells me that I will be judged
And all my little secrets will spill out in mud
My dark thoughts and low self-esteem
These are a few things that just shouldn’t be
Many people have already tried to change me
Maybe that’s why can never just be me
I’m just a chameleon shifting into place
Even my ancestry seems not to have a race
I can be everything yet nothing at one time
I have no real identity to call mine
I try to win by letting things slide
But I learned that this makes life dry
I was a child that thrived in the rain
I once was a child that no one could tame
I look at this stranger from my seat on a couch
Maybe this chameleon cannot fade out
Now:
Me
In 1, 2, 3
Out 1, 2, 3
It’s time to move on and try to be me
YOU ARE READING
Moonlight
PoesiaA series of poems that act as a memoir for my years of high school. Written in pairs. Each part starts with a poem that shows my feelings at the time then move on to how I feel about them now.
