That was me.

I am not sure about the flow of this, or all that other stuff preached on this site, but the emotion is truly honest and I feel like I would be doing it ill by changing it.

That was me.

I was that girl with the

bad perm and fat thighs

carrying around my teen idol notebook

wishing that when I slept

I dreamed of pretend loves

rather than the monsters of the night

They were intense and

I was alone and

when I was sleeping I felt petrified

that was many years ago and

now I am grown but deep down inside

I am still that girl.

 

That was me, I was that girl

with the down cast eyes

meek smile that told no story

hoping to disappear into the wall paper that lined the walls

of the room she slept in at her grandma's house

Nothing to see here, was the motto I shouted

all the knowing that the oppostie was true

I had no outlet for all of my sadness

I found it eventually in places seldom looked

I was that girl

 

The girl who screamed loudly

Please listen to me now, I'm here

She was was sick and tired of

being cast in the shadows

that she pounded her fist into

allt he hearts of her loved ones

I didn't care, they owed me one

 

I was that girl who ran away

like a bandit knowing the perfect escape

I didn't feel acountable for such mediocrity

and wouldn't settle for less than the stars

But I was still broken, as cracked as a canyon

but nobody noticed because I was long gone

I drank myself silly until life made sense

I hated my face more than I admit to

and moreso I hated the people who loved me too much

 

I ran til I was tired and could run no more

I ran back home when I could no longer move

I remember so clear and pristine my life in a dream

that the pain seemed sharper but I still hold it hostage

You see that girl needs to heal she's just a child

left alone and hurt by the hour.

I am still that girl, never forgotten, still afraid of the dark

but the sun is rising.

Finally day breaks,

finally

a break.

Reviews

[EMF]

It's perfect. It's also that simple. Perfect.

[Elaenor Aisling]

I love this poem. I can connect with it on so many levels, as I myself am very shy and have tried to dissapear. Now I realize how much I longed for companionship and how lonely I really was. I love the line "Please listen to me now, I'm here, she was sick and tired of
being cast in the shadows." It just holds so much meaning for me. Great work.

[J Todd Underhill]

I liked this poem. You should add a last stanza saying you are that girl that writes amazing poetry, and how you have grown past the other forms of yourself~!