I'm giving up
But not on life
And this is not a simple holdup.
This is me
Breaking from my shell
And finally being who I want to be.
No more hiding
No more jokes
No more heartbreaks that i keep finding.
I'm speaking
For the first time
With a hopeful voice,
One that is mine.
No more pretending
No more acting
I never really was good at 'blending'.
I'm standing up for the person I now am
I'm not going to be depending on you
Ever again.
I am my own person
And I thank you for showing me that.
Because now I have hope,
Now I hope.
AGD
YOU ARE READING
Painting With Words
PoesíaThese are subtle glimpses I get from the lives of the people around me, written as poems. Some refer to me; most don't. Enjoy.
