Being Real Poem by racheal wiese

when nothing seems to go all right,
everything is wrong, when you want something to come so soon,
but it just seems to take too long.

when all you've ever wanted is planted in your hand,
you let it slip away like a grain of golden sand.

everything seems so dark, your all alone, it's cold.
he said everything would be new, why does it feel the same, like old?

your words of comfort surround me, the condeming thoughts just ground me,
the angels wings should take off in flight, but instead wrap around me and block the light.

they sit there and they judge me but say aloud they love me,
one look and i can tell they think i have fallen into hell,
they look at me with pity, feel sorry for what i've become.

since they dont really know me its a miracle i didnt run,
when i saw the glaring stares and heard the mocking in there voices,
i know i made mistakes and some pretty screwed up choices.