Who am I?
Who am I trying to fool?
All these years I've only cared about looking cool.
The truest thing I could ever write about me
Is that I'm full of contradictions
And I really am quite a hypocrite
I fail to analyze all these situations
That I'm a bad man at the core
As far back as I can remember I've been a weird and jaded kid
I wish I could remember the exact moment or what happened that stormy day in September
The day I died
And returned as something else
See, I was only 15 when my heart was shattered
And I was a sheltered child
Didn't have many friends
Felt ashamed of wanting to be human
So I picked up the act and became a demon in the light of day
Not to sound edgy but this is 15 year old me
I killed my old self and from the ashes rose me
And much like a rose I grew my thorns
And much like my horns I jabbed them into the hearts of many.
Comparatively I'm much like a rose
Captivating, narcissistic, and a symbol of a love that must come to an end
The truest thing I could ever write about me
Is that I'm a tool
And I have been a stupid fool
These past long years my heart has filled with anger and angst
The truest thing I could ever write about me
I'm a hypocrite and I'll admit it
Now that I can turn around
And look my mistakes in the face
I'm no longer running
I'm planting my feet
Standing my ground
I am all I can be
But I need to change
The catalyst that will change me is me
The truest thing I could write about me
I don't feel how others do
Of course I haven't a clue
But I can only guess
Because they seem to feel so much
But no matter how much I feel it still feels like the glass isn't half empty but that there's all this water with no glass to hold it
My life has been a downward spiral since 2012
I've hit every bump
And messed it all up
I'm going to make a change
Life is beautiful
And I know I saw that once
Every girl has been dragged into my life like a storm
I've never been in love more than once
It scared the hell out of me and I turned
And ran
I plan to live my life to fullest
And never duck my head
From things that scare me to death
I'll pull through each morning
And prove I know this is a gift
The truest thing I could ever write about me
Is that you're going to see a change
And I'm taking you with me
YOU ARE READING
I try to look up to the stars when I feel lost, and I am very lost
PoetryA collection of mostly sad poems Most of these are raw and unrefined One take or they don't make the grade Usually birthed after 2am
