
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
reflected,
more mature
and wise
version of
me.
That's how it feels, at least.
Whenever the other person inside of
me,
that seems like it's so
confused
and in need of
guidance,
asks those questions, I feel
unsure
of myself.
The wiser part of me tries answers those
questions.
And I've come to this
conclusion:
The reason why I am sometimes
confused,
and unable to figure out
who I am
completely, is because I
pretended
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
different.
So different I had to
pretend
to make him feel that he wasn't
alone.
And after
pretending
for so many
years,
I feel like I sometimes cannot figure out
who I am.
I hated that guy, what he
did,
said,
everything.
I
hated
everything about him, but I wanted to save him.
Save him from being
alone
in this
wretched world.
Same him from this world's worst weapon:
loneliness.
But after pretending for so many years, I feel
totally messed up.
I'm just glad I can write this down,
get it out,
somehow.
If someone reads this,
then I'm
grateful.
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