What it means to be me
This is what it means to be me.
The trials and the errors
They all make you feel like a terror.
You hurting your family
You feel is a total tradgedy
That goes on and on until
It is time to go to the place your life will
wither away until all that is left is a husk,
A pile of dust,
As well as some energy that will go too.
You try not to deny
The ones that you would die for,
But to protect them from the monster inside,
You must reject them using a web of lies.
You pretend there are no monsters around,
keeping you up and torturing you,
but there is no denying the truth.
All this plus more
This is what it means to be me.
Something wrong with this poem?
Replies are closed for this poem.
If you or someone you know is struggling, you are not alone.
988 Suicide & Crisis Lifeline — call or text 988, 24/7. Crisis Text Line — text HELLO to 741741.
Your Poem's Voice
See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.
Comments (0)
Comments are closed for this poem.