This is me
By maliaka
this is me sitting in the dark letting the blackness cover my being this is me mistaking bleeding for seeing this is me sorry melodramatic excuse of a girl this is me still overwhelmed by every corner of the world this is me-mistaking fleeing for being if this is me, tell me who the hell I am this is me always running for cover peering over every shoulder in constant search of a new fad this is me with a face that doesn't laugh like a ghost with a smile that isn't forced If I'm happy then why do I look so sad? this is me with a constant struggle to fight back tears I only scream when I hope no one hears this is me, who am I to you? Drown out the pain with blood starve away the shame like a drug cheating a new tomorrow with every vice that rids the sorrow this is me now tell me who the hell I amHi, I wrote this one just a few weeks ago. I rarely like my own poems, but I like this one ok because it came out on paper exactly how I felt it in my mind, and I always like when it comes out as easy as this did. Written November 23rd, 2001 © on Nov 23 2001 06:42 AM PST 18 • 0 • 1
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