NaomiA Poem by +Naomi+I looked up my name and...idk...
In Japanese,
my name means Beauty, That is not what I am. In Hebrew, My name means Pleasantness, That is not what I am. From the people at my school, I'm depressing and annoying, They don't even know the real me. From the people I used to call my 'friends', I'm needy and persistent, obsessive and clingy. But again, they don't even know the real me. I've changed myself so many times, I've lost myself and have redone myself, always losing track or the most important thing. I put all of you in front of myself. Even if you're rude, or a liar, you're way more important than me. I hate myself, and I wonder why... The truth is, I don't even try. I walk around, saying "I'm fine." I lie at times, I hate when they worry about me. I'm nothing to worry about. I'm no need to shout, or pout. I'm Naomi, and I've excepted the fact that I can't change that.
© 2011 +Naomi+Author's Note
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Added on May 8, 2011Last Updated on May 8, 2011 Author+Naomi+Chicago, ILAboutHey. I'm Naomi Williams. I'm 13 years old and have been writing since...well ever since I can remember. I tend to write some really weird poetry that usually comes out of what I'm feeling at that mome.. more..Writing
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