Who in the world am I?

In the process of finding myself, these are the realizations that come with...

Oh eloquence, you great deceiver. My tongue lying for my brain. Because I can’t see myself, but there is nobody here for others to see. You will always see the mask I wear, because Its one of the only things holding me together. As far as being held up, I can’t do that on my own, there is a thin string of grace wrapped around my life, and if it weren’t for that…. I’d be a pile on the ground. So who in the world is me? I have no idea. But I’m not an object here for your use, and it hurts me on the inside when that’s all I allow myself to be, but if it’s a repeated fact, what else can possibly be true? But then again, it’s really me. So I’m low and easy and super cheap, just tell me I’m pretty and I’ll fulfill those fantasies. But it’s not enough to be pretty or that’s all you’ll ever be. They say to be pretty smart, pretty funny, pretty kind… but where has that gotten me. So now, I’m undone. I was never anything you see… but I think I had to become undone, to become who I was meant to be.

Reviews

[Zoey Ree]

Beautiful poem, expressive and speaks for all of us!! Keep posting your work as you have a great writing style.

[Misery]

Nicely worded, dear poet.
You have filled this space with honesty and revealed a part of your soul with boldness. I hope you will share more of your inspirations with us.