Trying To Understand Poem by Cyrena Limage
Trying To Understand
Today I noticed something about myself
I noticed i work hard to get everyone's approval
Not only my father's
But my teachers and friends
Why is it i'm the only one who feels this way?
Why is it when i'm walking in the hall to go to my next class
I see myself walking alone
I see myself working hard to the bone.
I see myself not having a skinned hand
And i need somebody to help my understand.
When I'm walking, where is everyone?
Do they see who i am?
Or do they just take one glance at me and start talking to their friend?
What do i need to do with myself, for someone to notice the real me?
The me that loves to be amazed
Yet not vomit from the gaze.
The me that can't make any sense.
The me that wants to live in the past tense.
The me that talks and thinks about the future.
The me that thinks her life is so much different from others.
Boy, I can really understand this feeling. Being different. Well expressed and heartfelt. The lament of teenagers. Sometimes, it stays with you. My best to the writer. Well done. GW62
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4/29/2024 1:35:01 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Hi Cyrena, I can relate to this verse, I was there once. Then I got older, tried out a few different jobs - that I never much liked. I married and have four fantastic kids. They're all different from each other. Even now, I'm sometimes in the same place. Different, but in a different sort of way. This is a champion verse, you have a sound voice. Keep writing and being different. Frank