Talking to myself
I don’t know what to say
I don’t know myself
I don’t know anyone else.
Prolonging is what it feels like
Feelings of nothing
Why can’t my conscience strike
Strike and beat me
Dig me to who I really am
Because however I’ve tried to fix myself;
Fix everything
My only achievement is skin deep.
I just have to get to know this new being
No matter how much I miss myself
I need to lose myself
So I don’t have to feel like this;
Feel like I know no one else.
Prolonging is what it feels like Feelings of nothing Why can’t my conscience strike Strike and beat me good verses.. rich poem..idea is relatively fgood and meaningful... interesting poem... like it..hope you like my poetry too.. s i am peace wisher poet with 6 published books... best of luck
Feeling of self guilt and split identities beckon upon making such a rigid decision.Nice writes Mehreen.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
to know self is a great task. you penned finely! 10+