"Who the hell am I?"
I ask myself everyday,
Blaze—my name is,
Ain't even feeling so bright, anyway.
Talents and glory,
I may not have yet,
But I'm striving to find,
Caring my inner self, is my debt.
All the girls and boys,
Each have importance,
You, me and them,
And try to fix this ambivalence.
A path—I badly need,
And not easy to find,
Maybe these eyes I have,
Will light my way and guide.
The path to self-discovery,
Has monsters and obstacles,
To treed courageously—I must,
Hope and faith can create miracles.
In the journey of life,
Might make me worse or not,
But I have my true faith,
To the Almighty God.
Others make fun of me,
So I wear these special glasses,
To block my light-projecting eyes,
To surpass them is my test.
"I now know who am I."
I'll ask myself some day,
Blaze—my valuable name,
Oh, that day, I just can't wait!
©PeculiarPat34
A/N: Hi guys! So this is my last poem...
For the year 2016, of course. I may not be able to update soon, cause you know, celebrations and stuff. Anyways, change for the better this year! Advance Happy New Year!🎊🎉
Vote/Comment, and have a wonderful day!😊
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