i was bored so wrote this. First poem kinda lame but eh what can you do. Any comments or critism is apperciated.
Time For Me
I'm so tired of trying to please everyone but me
Time to finally let the real me free
Time to finally let me be myself
Time to take the real down back down off the shelf
I put on fake smiles for everyone to see
But inside I am crying for the me that used to be
I miss the way I used to laugh and let myself dance around
And feeling as though my feet never touched the ground
I feel so lost and locked up inside
But these are the feelings that I try to hide
The real me has been lost to me these past few years
Time for me to stop crying at night and wipe away the tears
It's time to find the real me
And let that person free
Tamara Murphy Content
- 16 years, 2 months, 12 days ago