What You've Made of Me

One of my older poems. It isn't too great, and it's from a long time ago. For now it's just something to be put up here until I get back to my writing.

Never will I be good enough
I can't live up to your expectations nor your definition of perfection

You'll never be proud of who I am
Or who I will become

Self destruction seems to be the only way out of this Hell you've created for me

One day at a time
I'll do it
I'll destroy this Being you look at in disgust

If I can't live up to your expectations,
I'll die to fulfill your disgusting thoughts of who I once was and forever will be

Author's Note

It isn't too great, and it's from a long time ago. For now it's just something to be put up here until I get back to my writing.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

We are wise when we learn we can't make everyone happy. What we do is our responsibility and our dreams. We will pay the price for success or failure. I like this poem. I was lucky. I didn't give a damns about other people opinions. Last line is hard. Better to live and be content then live in misery for someone else. A excellent poem.
Coyote