Knowing I Will Never Be The Same Poem by mona martinez
Knowing I Will Never Be The Same
i know my life will never be the same,
and neither will i,
just the feeling i get,
makes me question every day,
people think it wrong,
i think about death,
you don't know the whole story,
what i go through from time to time,
just to seem fine,
and just to be me,
but appearantly that shouldn't be,
who i should be,
i was meant to be better,
to be like everybody else,
and think like them too,
along the way,
i found out i am different,
in ways i ust can't understand,
this is how god had made me,
to make mistakes,
and not be afraid to take chances,
to think outside the box and know,
the only person who defines who i am,
is me.
6-25-09
this is well written.. i think it is........
Just to think what it would be like if everybody was the same gives me chills, i'm glad everybodys different in a way. Good write.
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I would like to translate this poem
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4/25/2024 8:22:31 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Yeah I do agree! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! Many people have all sorts of opinions about me too.. Yet what matters is your opinion of yourself.. For instance I think about death too.. wonder whether there is a heaven.. honestly don't know.. May be your days will turn out to be great! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! And I love the manner in which you end the poem... A song.. inspirational one.. Hands-By Jewel I could tell the world just one thing It would be that we're all OK And not to worry 'cause worry is wasteful And useless in times like these I won't be made useless I won't be idle with despair I will gather myself around my faith For light does the darkness most fear My hands are small, I know But they're not yours, they are my own But they're not yours, they are my own And I am never broken Poverty stole your golden shoes It didn't steal your laughter And heartache came to visit me But I knew it wasn't ever after We'll fight, not out of spite For someone must stand up for what's right 'Cause where there's a man who has no voice There ours shall go singing My hands are small I know But they're not yours, they are my own But they're not yours, they are my own I am never broken In the end only kindness matters In the end only kindness matters I will get down on my knees, and I will pray I will get down on my knees, and I will pray I will get down on my knees, and I will pray My hands are small I know But they're not yours, they are my own But they're not yours, they are my own And I am never broken My hands are small I know But they're not yours, they are my own But they're not yours, they are my own And I am never broken We are never broken People can, sing, and pray, yet all this is EASIER SAID than done though! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! love shan