This is the very first poem I wrote when I was 14. It was an English assignment in the 8th grade. My teacher told me I had a special gift & encouraged me to precede with it. He told me to blossom & to never lose myself.
But I don't give a damn,
Because even I don't know who I am.
My mind is split in two,
I don't know what to do,
Who am I? I have no clue!
I'm living a life that's not my own,
Who's life is being shown?
Nothing of my life has been known.
I ask myself over and over, who am I?
I don't know the truth so I have to lie.
When I'm alone I start to cry.
Not knowing who I am, deeply hurts me,
Mostly when people won't let me be,
Another life is all I can see.
Whenever I am sad,
I remind myself, this life isn't that bad,
But not knowing who I am makes me mad.
Piece by piece I have no doubt,
That I will figure this puzzle out,
And find out what my life is about!
Poetry by Shannon Ann Britto
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Written on 2017-05-24 at 16:19
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Who Am I? No One Knows
People say they know who I am,But I don't give a damn,
Because even I don't know who I am.
My mind is split in two,
I don't know what to do,
Who am I? I have no clue!
I'm living a life that's not my own,
Who's life is being shown?
Nothing of my life has been known.
I ask myself over and over, who am I?
I don't know the truth so I have to lie.
When I'm alone I start to cry.
Not knowing who I am, deeply hurts me,
Mostly when people won't let me be,
Another life is all I can see.
Whenever I am sad,
I remind myself, this life isn't that bad,
But not knowing who I am makes me mad.
Piece by piece I have no doubt,
That I will figure this puzzle out,
And find out what my life is about!
Poetry by Shannon Ann Britto
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Written on 2017-05-24 at 16:19
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