Let me be me

Miserably alone...

 

Trusting in no-one...

 

Threatened by many...

 

Nothing, life is gone,

fire in my eyes,

a blazing fume of uncertainty.

 

Anger builds up,

fists clutch,

veins pop.

 

my own home,

a nightmare.

 

reality is hell.

 

a shooting star,

something to keep me from becoming someone else.

 

my life is disguised,

and very few know why.

 

3 years left until I'm free.

Longing for that day to come as soon as possible.

Then I can let me be me,

and not who everyone thinks I am.

 

Reviews

[Aehr]

i love the strength in this poem. its really nice... the last stanza sums everything up well.. really well done...