Me, myself and I

Me, myself and I

A Poem by Jemima Laing

When you don't communicate you can only blame yourself

So here it goes my attempt to communicate

I would rather be hated for who I am, than loved for who I am not

I am who I am; I'm not white or black, I'm only human

Taken out of context I must seem so strange

Time to toss the dice, do or do not, there is no try

I'm a nice girl who does bad things; I aim to misbehave

I'm sauntering vaguely downwards; I'm perfectly imperfect

I would rather be creative than neat

I hide my heartfelt concern for others with sarcasm and indifference

I'm a lover not a fighter, but I'll fight for what I love

I'm just another soulless atheist in search of world peace and harmony

I'm not afraid of happy endings.

I'm just afraid that my life won't work that way

I'm sick of following my dreams.

I'm just going to ask them where they're going and catch up with them later.

I never try to fit in; I was born to stand out

I make shampoo-hawks in the shower

And I built a wall not to block anyone out

But to see who loves me enough to climb over it

Because the truth is, a broken heart never really heals

You can still feel the pain when you think back

Well if that's love, it comes at much too high a cost

Boys are immature, guys are jerks, men are rare

And why would anyone fall in love with me?

Don't look for love, beg for love or suffer for love. Just live.

The motto I try to live by

Hate is easy; love takes courage

Courage that I don't have

I just wanna dance

I wanna dance with you in the rain

Please don't leave me

 

They aren't worth my tears, and the ones that are shouldn't make me cry in the first place

But sometimes I just want to curl up in a corner and die from the pain

It's enough to make me feel like a red-shirt in StarTrek

I'm sick of trying, so tired of crying

I know I'm smiling, but inside I'm dying

And you'll never know how much I'm really hurting

Behind my fake smile and pretend laugh

Love me, hate me, take me, break me

You never stopped to try to save me

I'm going to smile like nothing's wrong,

talk like everything is perfect,

act like it's all a dream

Because it doesn't hurt to dream, it hurts to wake up

Well don't play games with a girl who can play better

 

 

Contradictions, false logistics, it doesn’t make sense

Music is the only thing that makes sense anymore

play it loud enough and it keeps the demons at bay

Being able to survive it doesn't mean that it was ever okay

All I can do is smile and pretend that everything is great

It's amazing what you can hide by just putting on a smile

It's a lot easier to say you're mad than to admit that you're hurt

Forgive your enemies… It messes with their heads

Because love thy enemy strongly implies not killing them

Make awkward sexual advances not war

Do not go where the path may lead

Go instead where there is no path and leave a trail

Say to those who hurt, your opinion isn't needed

 

Because life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass

It's about learning to dance in the rain

Life is about learning to smile when you want to cry

Just because it's happening inside your head

Doesn't make it unimportant or not real

When life gives you a hundred reasons to cry

Show life that you have a thousand reasons to smile

If you can't run, you crawl, and if you can't crawl

When you can't do that anymore you find someone to carry you

Everything is going to be okay in the end

So if it's not okay it's not the end

So when the world says give up and

hope whispers try it one more time

Be crazy be stupid be wild be silly because life is too short to be cool

Blessed are those who laugh at themselves

for they will never cease to be amused

And a day without laughter is a day wasted

 

When in doubt dance it out

Imagination, not knowledge is a sign of intelligence

Book shelves are my rows of bliss

Books are a girl's best friend

If you can't do something good do something right

It's better to ask for forgiveness than to seek permission

Don't make someone a priority if they only make you an option

Always be specific when you lie

Darling, nothing is final until you're dead

And even then I'm sure God negotiates

 

© 2009 Jemima Laing


Author's Note

Jemima Laing
It doesn't flow quite right. Any suggestions would be appreciated.

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I loved all the references to all the things you love (and the flair!)

And yes, it made me cry... stupid emotions!

Posted 16 Years Ago



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Added on November 10, 2008
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Jemima Laing
Jemima Laing

El Verano, CA



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Not much to say. I tend to be influenced by whatever music I am listening to. I also miss-spell many words. My passions include massive amounts of reading and fencing. I do tend break out in song rand.. more..

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