The whole meA Poem by Alexander143Hate me, love me. But do so after knowing the whole me.I'm tired- Of people who love me partly. I'm sick and tired- Of the people who can't accept the whole me. See everybody has that, which they don't love. That evil that you conceal, I too have. Sometimes I want to be alone. I need space to reflect on my life and what's going on. If you meet me then, forgive me. But I might not quite be the 'me' you know me to be. Sometimes I just can't smile and laugh. You can't crack me when I'm broken enough. That's not my choice, it's just my period. There's a time for everything, it's nothing odd. Sometimes I get hurt. Pain so deep, I feel lower than dirt. At that time, all I need is space, Not another lecture about how I'm not being me, cuz of my long face. See, when you look deep enough, I'm just like you. Anger, hate and all that jazz, I feel those too. But if you wont listen, the you'll have to forgive. Push me hard enough and more me is all you'll receive. Sometimes I feel like nothing. I try so hard to make stuff up, but everything's nothing. Sometimes, life has no meaning at all. Food, play, everything means nothing to my soul. Sshhh... Listen to my silence. Feel my rage and pain, exercise patience. Open your eyes, watch my peace disappear. Open you ears too, pay attention, understand, don't just hear. Look! Look! Take a good look at my long face. Look me in the eye, know me now too, just in case. Feel my smile turn up-side-down. See my wierd side, see me frown. See it all cuz it's part of me. I can't keep it away forever, you'll have to see it eventually. So now that you know me completely. You can hate me or love me. But whatever you do- Make sure you know me in full. Keep Smiling © 2012 Alexander143Featured Review
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2 Reviews Added on August 11, 2012 Last Updated on August 11, 2012 AuthorAlexander143Lusaka, Lusaka, ZambiaAboutI love poetry, making friends, having a good time and watching cartoons. more..Writing
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