|Who am I?
Author: The Reverse Edge Blade PM
Three years, I pretended I was someone else in order to make a person in my class happy. This is a biographylike poem about how I feel years afterwards. Please R&R!Rated: Fiction T - English - Poetry - Words: 274 - Reviews: 9 - Favs: 4 - Published: 12-10-06 - Status: Complete - id: 2288238
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WHO AM I?
"Who am I? Do I show a face that is me, completely?
What is that feeling I have, the feeling of sometimes not knowing who I am?"
Those questions, they sometimes fill my mind.
And when I ask myself those questions, it's as if
another person inside of me
is answering them.
Another person, that is like a more
That's how it feels, at least.
Whenever the other person inside of
that seems like it's so
and in need of
asks those questions, I feel
The wiser part of me tries answers those
And I've come to this
The reason why I am sometimes
and unable to figure out
who I am
completely, is because I
for years. I created a mask that I could wear for that person.
That person, in need of friends, security, bonds of love.
We were so
So different I had to
to make him feel that he wasn't
for so many
I feel like I sometimes cannot figure out
who I am.
I hated that guy, what he
everything about him, but I wanted to save him.
Save him from being
Same him from this world's worst weapon:
But after pretending for so many years, I feel
totally messed up.
I'm just glad I can write this down,
get it out,
If someone reads this,