What was I like in my past?
A brute, a bitch, a never ending task?Was I helpful, or loyal, or kind in the least?
Or was I sharp and hot, like the summer beach?Do I wish to be the girl I once was?
Or do I want to stay me, just because?In my last I wasn't nice
And my present day self pays the priceNo friends, no one to turn too.
That is, until I met youYou looked at me with that crooked smile you own
I though myself immune, I should have knownThat nothing could stop you once you made up your mind
If you wished to be my friend, I'd have to pay it back in kindSo friends we became, as close as can be
Maybe even as close as leaves on a treeI was a bitch, a brute
And had a nasty attitude to bootAll that was before I met you
But then I saw you when you saw me tooAnd something you did I still know naught
It showed me the way, a lesson well taughtAnd so I grew from brute to girl
Like pressured sand into a pearlSometimes I'd rage, yelling at you
Because I didn't want these feelings to be trueAlone I'd been for far to long
And in that time I learned to be strongThen you came along and pulled at one string
And unbound my armor, no matter how hard I did clingI yelled, I wept, I shouted to the sky
"Why oh why can he do this, he's just one guy!"My internal battles did rage
The fast paced conversations like words on a pageI finally let go, let my hate free
Even though I knew it'd come back to kick me in the kneeAnd so it comes, full circle at last
It all came back, present to pastAlone again, rebuilding my shell
Then I stopped, as I heard a yellEven though you're gone, you left your imprint on me
You took my hate and set it all freeSo you see the your past isn't now
You must take action now, make yourself a vowDon't be a hateful person, you see
As it gets you nowhere, nor any gleeBut your past is what shapes you, so keep it near
For it made you grow, to the person we all hold dearLove, live, laugh
But never remember things just by halfRemember who you are today
The past of yours is what caused it, if you may_______________________________________
Hey guys.
Here's a little poem inspired by the life of yours truly.Why do I do theses outros when noone really reads these books? I guess it just makes me feel like they matter, which helps me grow.
Anyway, if your are out there, thanks. I'm glad you've stuck it out with me.
Until next time,
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Half Truths and Hidden Memories
PoetryA place of sorrow, of fear, of pain. A place of joy, of hope, of love. A place to cry out in fear. A place to shout in joy. A place to be myself, and hope not to be judged for who I am.