I Am...

As one who is ready

But not willing to grow

The black shading

Surrounds me

I've learned this is home

 

Grown up with no father

No control of my mind

Young at heart,

I grew sad

The trouble's lasted in time

 

But where is support?

The understanding of sadness?

I am only young

All they say

Is that I'm just dealing with changes

 

But I know where my path goes

There's not a way out

This is who I have grown to be

I've got to make a seperate path now

 

Still young, but encouraged

Though my mind is still sad

What I do is for me, now

 

I am what I am

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world

Comments

Need to talk?

If you ever need help or support, we trust CrisisTextline.org for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741