There are thoughts in my head.
But they are different.
I long to be the heroine in the books,
The ones that keep me alive.
But I Am Not.
Everyone surrounding me,
Tell me they know.
They know who I am.
Do they?
How is it that they can see through this transparent cover,
That is wrapped around me,
Too tight for even me to uncover.
A mask I have worn since forever,
Seeming unhurt and smiling.
But inside I am confused.
They tell me they understand.
Do they?
I am broken,
By glass.
Sharpened,
By stone.
I Am Not Naive Anymore.
YOU ARE READING
I Am
PoetryIt's hard to live in a fake world. But it's destiny to survive. No matter what, you will always prevail. These things are just random thoughts 'bout, how I feel sometimes! : D
