Buried Beneath

The real me

so far away

buried beneath;

who I'm supposed to be

who I pretend to be

Beneath all the hate

built up over time

at those I used to love

at those I never did

Beneath all the actions and words

that I wished I could take back

that took away

what's important to me

that hurt the ones I love

Beneath all those unshed tears

over scars of accusation

bruises of misunderstanding

wounds given to me

by those I thought loved me

The real me

buried beneath all those things

I wish it could come out

out from under all those things

if only it could come out

the real me

Author's Note

how's my first published poem?

Reviews

[W R Stowe]

Very good wish I could be noticed and become published.You should be proud of yourself yet give God the glory for your suscess.I believe the real you has immerged you were published.Keep up with the good work.Your unique in expressing feelings.

[singingtree]

thank-you :)

[W R Stowe]

your welcome

[Solitary_Streets]

Great poem, the style and structure is very sound, I can see why this would get published.