I recently wrote this, the first version, but I kept reading this over and over again. Something was missing... so now I've made some quick edits on it. And I quite like it.


Who I am

The wind is blowing through my hair
as I let it grow longer
Breathing slowly, remembering
What I wanted to do when I got older
And I knew what people
thought of me
And I know what I want them to see
But I don't know
Who I am

Take a step back
Look at me closely
A mirror is nothing of help to me now
I ran all the miles
Like a tornado
Everything's broken when I look back
I need to find out where I am
And who I am
Who I am

Picking up the pieces of a broken glass
a reminder of the times we had
it wasn't always good
But it wasn't all that bad
Cause life was easier being a kid
We could still play
And be anybody we wanted to be
Let people see
what we wanted them to see
Acting is simple
But I don't know
Who I am

Until now, until now
You showed me love
And you have so much to give
For once it's not about love
Just people making me breathe
Making it worth while
I didn't know who I was
until now
Finding myself smiling
At the thought of you
I don't know who i am
I used to give a damn
Until now

I guess this is me
Plain and simple
Was it always this
plain and simple



Poetry by A.c
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Written on 2011-05-24 at 02:44

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Eli The PoetBay support member heart!
As much as I miss my youth, I do not miss not knowing myself.

This is a very real and well written poem (it could even a be a song) about the difficulties faced by youth. Perhaps they way of the world doesn't make it any easier.

You may find yourself one day, especially if you keep writing.

Best wishes.
2011-06-02


uda
Interesting picture that you draw here, I'll like "Picking up the pieces of a broken glass a reminder of the times we had", memories as fragile as glass.
2011-05-24


countryfog
"Everything's broken when I look back" . . . that does tend to be what we focus on when we look back, and my horizon's a lot farther than yours. I'm 65 and still don't know who I want to be when I grow up. I suspect you'll figure it out a lot sooner than that.
2011-05-24