It's me, that's all I got
The girl I look in the mirror
Every morning
It ME, that's all I got
To tap me on my back
When I succeeded
It's me, myself and I
Nobody else is gonna be there
When I fall, deep inside a dark abyss
No ladder to help me out, no hand
To grab ahold
It's I, who will build the ladder
It is myself, who will build a bridge
Nobody else will ever be there,
Unless you force then too stand
It's my life, my goals, my accomplishments
My dreams, my nightmares, my poison
To mess with, to alter to change
Not yours, or theirs
It's not the fake smiles I received
The fake laugh or the fake caring
Words of the people who use to be
My friend back then when we
Genuinely believe the world would
Never be as ugly as it is
It's who I am, my beliefs
Who I decided to grow up and be
It's MY WORDS, My VOICE that
Nobody wants me to speak, they
Are tired of hearing what I believe
Is the truth, it's my truth
Tired of hearing my problems
Of a girl with too much stress,
Tired of hearing about my life
The things that shaped, my mind
The way it is
Gave me the voice i speak, the words
I write in creative ink that cover
The walls of my tiny bedroom
Where smoke stains cover, eating
Away at the edges of old paper
From moments I wrote things that
Terrified me and now are just
Ashes to the wind
It's the people who believe I'm a child
Yet don't live inside the tiny corner
Of my mind that never gets any sleep
It's the nightmares that leave me staring
At the ceiling at night, shivering from the cold relieving the scariest moments
Of my life
That i never spoke, yet I'm not allowed
To be a victim because I never spoke
I decided to use my voice WRONGLY
Hiding my pain behind ink, words
To cruel to speak, yet I cannot be in pain
Any more because I must grow up
I should be able to do things, live life
Like everyone else does
Watching people fly away like geese
To a different life while i watch on the
Sidelines wondering why MY VOICE
Can only be read on paper, with way
To much ink and paper
Yet I knew growing up
That nothing I spoke, would ever
Be the same as what I thought
That the speeches I gave myself at 3 am
Would never be the same as what I spoke to that friend
ME it's about ME, and what i need
Its MY accomplishments and My goals
That I'm addressing, even if I listen
To HER problems, and HIS while they
Disappear like dusts or ignore the pain
Swelling in my chest because they didn't
Want to listen to my pain
It's MY words that seem like a broken
Record, like the one my grandpa had
That i couldn't take
It is the cold dark hallways of my mind
That never seem to close, they always
Drive me crazy
Me, Myself and I
It's all I got, it's myself who will catch
Myself when I fall
It's the same damn thing, because at the end of the day
The people who you thought, would hold you hand forever
Don't really care about you at all
The outcasted girl who was too different
The girl who speaks about her pain, in a pen instead of to a person
The girl who has nightmares, and pain beyond words spoken
The girl who just never fit in, when she should have
Me this is my life, My words, My voice that I can't put into vocal words and speak it to a thousand people
Either your in my life, or your not
Either you put In effort or fade out of my mind like fog
Either your care or you don't, because once I stop caring
It's over, your done, your not important anymore.
Because Me, Myself and I have started deciding that my life is more important
Than waiting for you to figure out yours
There is time, there is moments, there is so much we can achieve
Yet people decide to leave others behind
I'm deciding to pick me, not you, not her and not the ghost from 3 years ago
I'm picking me, and if that hurt you we'll join the club
Because everyone has always picked themselves before they picked me.
Written By Teha Brown aka WILTEDROSE213
Nothing against anybody I've met on wattpad or in real life, just how I've been feeling lately. Time to take my life into my own hands, and if I loose people on the way then I can't be bothered to pick up the pieces because lately so many people are working on their life and not even bothering to pick up the Peace's of their friendships and then getting pissed of when I don't care no more.
Me first, everyone else can wait. I'm not apologizing for anything anymore 😑
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HeartFelt Poetry| 18+
PoetryShe wrote Poetry because everything her heart sang was words of pain, So she would pick up a pencil and let her hand sing words to a poem that no girl should ever have to read. ~Teha Brown *Poems From The Heart *They Might Make You Cry *You Will Fe...
