Who I amA Poem by SarahfennaI am, I think, What you think, I am.I look at myself and the opinion always changes I am not myself unless I am someone else I can not be me if I can not take a different shape And I grow more perfectly imperfect with all the mistakes I make the prying eyes of the judging watch me every now and then I give them something to watch Im a heretic, a lunatic, an indecent and invalid How many days have I lived where I have found within A moment when I had been happy to met the standards of others? I am the black sheep, I am the invisible, I am the sought after I am the invincible. I am the defeated. I am the shamed. I am the victorious, I am the glorious, I am the humble and the brave. I sit in peaceful spells for hours at a time, with empty thoughts of summer days, and a single name occupy my mind I become a whirlwind of furious rage, like an animal in a cage I rip the pictures from my wall and move from bedroom to the hall simply destroying, and then cleaning it up, until my heart has had enough I am the young, I am naive, I am wistful, I am kind I have lived five hundred years and seen the sunsets of my time I am haunted by many ghosts, I am protected by one angel I have met the heavenly host, but feel that i have lost his favor Now I stand where all others certainty fails and the devil calls me under Now I stand where I have before, nervously knocking on heavens door with only one question in my mind Who am I? © 2010 Sarahfenna |
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