PoemsBrowse PoemsSlamsFresh DropEchoes
LearnWriting TipsPoetry TermsPoets & ArtistsBooksFor Teachers
ExplorePoetry GenomePoem MapEchoesTake ActionGroups
AboutWrite a PoemDonateSign UpLog In

THAT'S NOT ME


You never do anything to support the family he says You're so stuck up in your own desires You never do as I ask you to You're just a disappointment Who cares,it's all going to just go unappreciated anyway What are those days I choped the woods out in the sun for Or the times I hide my aching pains to assist you on the cornfield The moments I pushed myself through the pain to make you proud The haven I craved became my undoing The trust that I gave scorched the pain in deep Wasn't you 'posed to be my fortress Now I'm locked in solitude with the high penitentiary walls barricading my feets For too long the acknowledgement chase ensued Far too deep the pain burrowed And a child once was,was no more The sweet innocence now scarred Now,In the Angel's place a demon resides Where have the light gone Why has the life died Stop this stare,for your once innocent life filled eyes Now tenants fire and stare with cold dark depth Pain! The mother of will A will to survive To learn to stare at it all Now the child protects himself from his protector When the morning comes,with the dark night laid behind He looks again to see a child is dead The boy he once pushed now grown The power he once wield now lost Now The knowledge stings His screams so loud I'm all knowing and you still are a child On my wings you must ride And with a smile,the child stares These eyes know pain Seen The darkness of the depth And with this hands I crawled back up To never again go back there He wants a puppet A clay to mould A puzzle of his making But when that day come The child shall remember he survived the cold bite of the dark nights And he will say:THAT'S NOT ME
©All Rights Reserved

Something wrong with this poem?

Share

Replies are closed for this poem.

Panacea Panther

View all poems →

Your Poem's Voice

See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.

Comments (0)

No comments yet. Be the first to share your thoughts.

Log in to leave a comment.