I'll Be MeA Poem by PhoenixI'm sure many people can relate to this...They say I'm beautiful, they say I'm tall, but I ask them, "Do you see a difference between me and that wall?" They brush my hair and they feel how it's so soft and so thick, but they ask me, "Is this color real?" I say, "Of course, even in this way I can never fake, I can never lie." And they look at me, confused. They look at me and sigh.
They look at my eyes, they say they're brown, they say they're dark. I look in the mirror and think, "Well, I suppose there's not even a spark?" They stare at the blemishes all over my face, they say I should fix that, I say, "It doesn't matter to me, it'd be a waste."
They all say, "Look at you! Thin as a slate!" I say, "Remember how silent you were that time I gained weight?" They grab my arm and they say, "Can this be you, can it really be?" I know what comes next, it's always this way - "You're so tall! You always seem to grow!" And I think,"So after all those years, that's all there ever is to show?"
They say, "Your body's not strong enough, your skirt's not high enough, your skin's not smooth enough, your shirt's not low enough, your voice's not loud enough..." And I scream in my head, "Enough! Enough! Enough!"
Maybe if I listened, I'd be the girl's envy, maybe I'd feel beautiful just because all the boy's might chase me. Maybe I'd color my hair, scrub my skin, And eat little or nothing so that I could stay thin.
Maybe, if only I could see the kind of person you want me to be, I'd melt to your will and we could've been together long ago and still...
Or maybe I'll just be me. The me that's inside, the only part that matters, otherwise I'm nothing, don't you see? I fought it once, and weren't they proud to see how hard I worked to fit in with the crowd. That didn't last long, I knew I was right and they were wrong.
They say...they say I'm so mature, yet say I'm too young to understand that in the future I'll have much more to endure. They say I'm dumb, they say I'm smart, but they can't see that what they say tore me apart.
They don't see how tall I am, haven't got a clue - and I can criticize myself just fine without you.
© 2008 PhoenixAuthor's Note
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5 Reviews Added on July 8, 2008 Last Updated on July 9, 2008 AuthorPhoenixZushi, JapanAboutI have so many ideas and feelings, and they usually buzz around inside me wildly. When I can gather up enough of them, then a piece of writing emerges and I feel refreshed. more..Writing
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