There is something missing,
From inside of me,
There is something,
I can not see,
Why do I reach?
For my childhood me,
Why do I seek to dream?
Why cant I see?
What is meant to be?
Is not what I want it to be?
I look at myself,
And see no theme,
Something is gone,
That I cant find,
Why must I always,
Live to only dream,
Why cant I except my future,
Like everyone else,
And plan for my future,
Why do I steal believe,
In my childhood dream,
In becoming an actress,
I truly know that,
I could really be one,
That is really me.
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Dragonfly... A book of poems
PuisiThis is a collection of my poetry over the years. . . As life changed through the years, I fought through a world wind of emotions. From happiness, love, pain, rape, and abuse, I recorded my feeling along the way. Trying to put into words what I fel...
