True Story Poem by joy williams

True Story



Loss touch of reality
Stuck in a realm of fantasy
Disconnected from truth
Because lies seem easier to deal with
The strife
The pain
More than enough to make a person go insane
Certifieable
Yet cannot be commited
I learned how to mask my pain
Creating a character
To deal with the outside world
Why the real me cries, dying slowly
My inward being
Has been destroyed
Battling spirits I can't seem to ignore
To deal with these spirits
I have to come to terms with me
Fully accepting my responsibility
Pointing fingers consistenly
Yet not dealing with the matter of fact
Which is I allowed these situations and theses things
Now maybe if I had strength in the past
To tell said folks
To kiss my a__
Pressing foward
Instead of hiding behind this mask
Masquerade balls are fun
Except when your life is really one
Reaching my hands to the sky
Asking for an answer
Yet I never could never see
All because I was blinded by the lights, camera, action
Telling someone else's
story
Instead living, and nurturing my own
TRUE STORY
For it has purpose
and value
No one can tell it better than me
My story
My purpose
My autobiography

Joy Williams aka £yricxpression™
© December 2010 All Rights Reserved

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