The Real Me

Music is my life

Yet it’s so far out of my reach.

That dream to stand on stage,

To give the best I can,

To bring people motivation,

And to encourage others.

It’s just merely a child’s dream,

That’s what people say

 

Trying to persuade and convince

Yet nothing comes out well.

So I think to myself

Maybe I don’t belong to that dream anymore.

So let’s live the life of a puppet

The role of a perfect daughter and an outstanding student

Is what I have to live by every day.

 

No one knows that inside me there’s a passion

Burning like a fire every day

Like there’s a person trying to get out

And scream and plead, “Please, just let me out!”.

Yet no one will hear a thing

And look down on it as if nothing had happened.

 

I hate myself from not having the  courage

To scream to the world, “Yes, I can do it”

Or to say, “This is what I want to do in life”.

Doing things that will keep others happy

And fake a smile every day to deceive them

Is what I have to do.

 

Living a life of a puppet

Always losing faith and hope in myself,

But that will change soon

Because I believe that dream will come true one day.

I believe if I try my best I will make it

 

For now, it’s an obstacle that I must pass

In order to achieve that dream.

Others won’t understand it

That’s why I put on a façade

And keep that dream living on in me no matter what.

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