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.

Author's Note

.........Heh..

Reviews

[Alicia Hirshey]

I love this.

[☯]

A strong and independent poem itself. I have felt like this many times before too. I think a lot of people can relate to this. Because, people always have first impressions, and that's what kills their thoughts. They never try to talk to you or meet, they just assume. But, I also think you're a great poet. you shouldn't bring yourself down because of those who are blind to life. It's you who will reach the top by yourself, you don't need them to define who you are and who you aren't. :) Overall, an amazing poem to read :)

[Naomi Roseღ]

Aww :( I could relate to this a lot. I am exactly the same. This poem was great though. You are a talented poet and no one can take that away from you, other Naomi (XP). Keep writing :)

[Deactivated_BurningDemo..]

Naomi, honestly, as long as you're happy with who you are, nobody else matters. You change to be who you want to be. I've had to change for so many people, they wanted me to be their doll, I hated it and myself. And I'm not happy with myself yet, but I'm getting there. You just be you, it doesn't matter if people say that they hate you, as long as you don't hate yourself. And, I have to say, you're beautiful. You really are, I'd kill to look like you. :|

[Coyote Poetry]

It is hard to be one person in a life. Emotion and desire can change our view in one second. Good friends will except us for our good and bad spirit. A interesting poem. Being young and with a strong mind. It is hard to pin down what you truly want and need. A excellent poem.
Coyote

[Magdelena]

Interesting piece here.. But let me say this one thing.. Your name sounds and is beautiful, just as you are.. For inside your words is a light that shines bright.. So you keep on plugging gril.. Our words come forth and makes us special, who we are.

Liked this!

Mags xx