Real Me

It’s four in the morning

And suddenly I’m wide awake;

Out on the porch for a smoke and a cuppa ‘joe’

Waiting for day to break.

 

There’s a quarter moon hanging in the sky

And no people sounds;

Crickets are chirping, bullfrogs are singing,

Fireflies swirling ‘round.

 

Morning will soon come and I have to go to work;

Put on my face for the world to view

So they can’t see the real me.

 

Why?

 

I’m complex, yet simple;

I’m fragile, yet strong;

I play in left field, if right field is wrong.

 

It’s been a fight all my life

To be what others want to see;

Conformity is a struggle when all I want to be

Is true to my inner self and just be the real me.

 

Reviews

[Michael X]

its easy to view your writing like a painting, but even more,
your words have texure and emotion that canvas the image
and leaves the reading feeling the depth, there is an eloquent
form to your writing that define your thoughts with precise
intent, this is beautiful, and a pleasure to read, heart like
an open book, a true introspect, touching, mike

[* Mourning Starr *]

I know the feeling.....I really liked this piece it spoke to me for this is how I live my life aswell,,,pretending to be who I'm not just so others will feel more comfortable,, instead of being the true me so that I am more comfortable.....Great job

[Ryan Gilroy]

Often times it takes times like these to re-examine, re-evaluate and reconsider all of the options that we have in life. I do like how your poetry makes me feel. You feel at a loss for words and your options have been exhausted in life. I find it tragic that the only people who seem to know us best isn't that corner room mirror and yet I do enjoy your piece of poetry as it spins its way out with a sense of serenity and inner peace finally found within your soul or any other body part.

[Kevin Reader]

Such a serene painted scene with this choice of words. It was then supplemented with such an austere use of emotions to really draw the reader in.