I'm half a world away
Everything is slightly off, not wrong just
Strange.
What scares me the most is I'm different too.
Sometimes I don't recognize myself,
Sometimes I question my choices,
Sometimes I am lost.
I don't know what defines a person
Am I still who I was
Or am I somebody else,
An alien in familiar skin
Aping the behavior of those around me,
To hide that I don't fit in.
I am a tourist
Learning to be native
Yet I fear, I will forget my dialect
I take in the sights and sounds
Cannot reject, cannot forget
Do not always understand
With a large smile on my face
To hide my private fears.
Self-conscious, hyper aware, in denial
I roam.
Not all who roam are lost...
But I surely am.
Every new door opened adds confusion,
The face I remember in the mirror, and
The trail marked on the map I hold
Become more and more
Blurred.
YOU ARE READING
I wish you'd listen
PoesieSometimes our loved ones cause us the most grief. And sometimes there's nowhere to run from grief, anger, and anxiety. Growing up can be a difficult journey filled with change, aches, and loss. These poems are the introspective thoughts and memorie...
