Me, myself, my heart, my soul
by
Rissa T.
(Age: 17)
copyright 08-08-2005
Age Rating: 10 to 127
I look down into the eyes of my mirror
And realize that’s me!
I touch my face, my hair, my eyes,
Is that really what people see?
I always picture myself to be pretty
But I see in the mirror it’s a lie
Long time ago it seems,
I last wanted to cry
I think the reason I chose to see myself different
Is because I’m really beautiful inside
I see my picture changing
I guess I won’t try to hide
I love having you around me,
My imaginary friends
Real people laugh at me because of you
But I don’t care who it offends!
I will live with Unicorns
And fairies, dragons, and things unreal
And in my land of enchantment
I’ll believe what I believe and feel what I feel
“The things I think are unthinkable”
As I quote from a “Friend”
The truth is, I don’t know who I am
I can say one thing true enough, myself I will defend
I suppose I’m lost
in the forest of my heart
trying to find myself
before I’m ripped apart.
By the feelings that are inside me
Underneath the thorns
A part of me wants to come out and see the world
While the other side is scared to face the scorn
I guess the thing is,
This is hard for me to do
I have to be honest,
I’m really kind of blue.
I’m kind of like a time bomb
One tiny thing will set me off
And then the next will cool me down
No one know just when I will explode
I think others think I’m crazy
But I’m really just confused
I’m trying my hardest not to be
A slowly sparking fuse
I guess the way to end this
Is to say farewell
Till the day comes I find myself
Then you will be the first I tell.
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wow, that is exactly how I feel. We see ourselves as imperfect...but what we don't realize is that we ARE beautiful, and that physical beauty isn't near as important as the inner beauty. Mirrors are cruel...and what we see is entirely different from what others see.
Living in a fantasy is what I do too...it just takes us away. Great peom, a poem of discovery and wondering emotions...
god made you the way you are for a reason. you might not be the most beautiful girl in the world and think you will never get a boyfriend, until some speail guy comes along and loves you for who you are not what you look like!
You seem to change rhythm patterns throughout the poem, but other than that it is excellent. You have expressed yourself well and it was a pleasure to read.
When you do find yourself, I think you will find that you are a pretty terrific person.
Welcome !
