To be me...

Sometimes someone else calls the shots...

I wait at the window.

Watching as my life goes on by.

I’m a spectator, my life is being lived by someone else,

Its not me.

They aren’t my mistakes.

I’m not in control, they are.

I smile, run, walk, jump, cry, laugh, hug and scream.

But it’s not me.

My life, isn’t me, it doesn’t feel like me.

I don’t know who I am any more.

I don’t want to stand at the window, watching a stranger live my life.

I want to be me!

To feel like me!

To be in control of MY life and dreams.

I want to spin out of control and fall to the ground,

Looking at the world spin through my eyes.

I don’t want a stranger making my mistakes.

I just want it to be me …

Author's Note

Those of you who have read my chapter "Spectator Life" will see that I've revamped it into a poem, hope you like it...

Reviews

[Tai Ryens]

Very interesting, it makes me want to read your chapter, aha. Actually, if you'd be kind enough to supply me with a link, I'd be very grateful. I would go out of my way to search for it if I weren't so mentally exhausted right now, aha.
Anyways, lovely poem.

[Kaylor Mason]

I can definitely identify with this one. Reminds me of the song "I'm Still Here" by Vertical Horizons.

[zainul]

Great poem.
Is it your another self of yours that mimics you ?

[Dez H.]

Your stuff is deep,i like it. let your emotion be your guide and you can go far ms lady.
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