Who I really am

At first, I thought I was a simple person that lived a simple life

School hasn't been it's usual as weeks go by

It's different, I was different

My artistic skills have been lacking, because of fear

Stress

Frustration

I was scared because I will be moving off to College soon, when the date hits

I didn't really know my true path on the road

I was in a large ditch, no way to climb out and no way to scream

No one helped me

I was alone

My friends can care less, my parents are to busy with work

Then I realized something, I have multiple paths

I want to help animals as well as drawing for video games

I was my own special person

For the people who looked away can look back

They will no longer look away from 

Who I really am

I am a artist, a gamer, a writer, and a friend

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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