Hiding

This poem is about people who don't really know who they are and what their purpose is in life!

Who am I? What is my purpose in life?

These are questions that cannot be

answered. I feel as though I hide behind a

mask, preventing people from  see who I

really am. My identity is a mystery even to

me. I change everything about me to fit

in and be normal. But I know its not who I

am. Nothing seems to matter to me. My

life is empty and without a purpose. Will I

spend my life searching? Who am I?

I may never know...

Author's Note

I hope this one is as sucessful as my first one Enjoy Hiding and feel free to comment on how to make my writing better

Reviews

[Prateeksha Khot]

nice. I liked it

[Emily]

second stanza, you're preventing people "from" seeing who you really are, not preventing to. little change there will make the whole flow more cohesive and more understandable.

You won't necessarily ever really know who you are until you stop conforming to what people expect and socitey deems 'normal'. Normal is overrated and is not a vast majority of the actual population. All you have to do to really fit in is be yourself -- though it is scary... it is the most freeing thing you can ever challenge yourself to do. It is hard to hide, and takes much time and pain to do...might as well shrug it off and embrace the actual you.

Very nice work. There are a few grammatical errors, but nothing terribly major. I liked reading this, it made me think! Well done.

[HappyTaylor]

This is really good!!!

[Doreen]

This is very interesting. At first, it bothered me to have the last part of the line at the beginning of the next, but then, I read it a second time and warmed to the idea. This is such a universal thought, and very easy to relate to.