Not Who I Am
Big words don't fascinate me
Their buttered up
In disguise
Pretending as more than they are
Dressing a gentleman
In a lady's clothes
Doesn't make him a woman
Doing good deeds
Doesn't make you
A good person.
We look at our efforts
It has gone nowhere
We don't make who we are
Society, the people, our children
They judge
They think
The create
A Different Us.
This is who we are
I am not a small child
With fears as tall as 10 ft
In love with someone who won't
Love him back
This is not who I am to them
To them I am not
A boy
Who feels pain in love
And can't hold himself back
To them
I am a adult
I am fearless
I am loved by a woman who wants me
I am
A man
Who is made of stone
And strategizes in every situation.
You make me,
I'll make you.
It'll never be who I am.
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Shadows From The Heart & All Other Places They Hide
Puisi"Please tell me, why does one write poems at all? Isn't it a waste of time?" A child asked me once. I replied, "So we could write meaningfulness to cover up the truth that everything is meaningless." It was the truth, was it not? Cover made by me
