Eagle

The oldest poem I can find. Written when I was 12.

I just want to kind and good and loved by all.

 

I am often sad.

I find myself alone, unglad.

I wonder what lifes heartaches have left in store for me.

I think I’ve already lost dignity with those that help me believe

I don’t think anyone understands me anymore.

I’m not the little girl everyone used to adore.

I try to have gall.

 

I just want to be kind and good and loved by all.

 

I think things in life don’t seem important still.

I guess that’s why I detest the way I feel.

I’m scared in my room, afraid to come out.

I know my mother’s there to yell and to shout.

I don’t like myself, my confedience shot.

I feel I’m better off dead, but I know that I’m not.

 

I just want to be kind and good and loved by all.

 

I try to climb that ladder, but always seem to fall.

I get so discouraged, I just want to cry.

I’m just out there trying to survive.

 

I know that’s not true, I want more for me.

I just care of my dreams, I want to be free…

 

To soar like an eagle

Over mountains so tall.

 

I just want to be kind and good and loved by all.

 

Author's Note

The oldest poem I can find. Written when I was 12.

Reviews

[a]

Not too long, I think, but very immature and romantic, that's my opinion. I'd say a bit naive, a lot of "I" and so on. Of course, we all once were young (we still are, but some things definitely change =)

[Deborah Leah Krempa]

A very lovely poem. Thank you for sharing. Debileah