Natasha Potter

My Life Is The Stage

When life gets tough I run away,
and write down what I cannot say
When I try to talk, words forsake me
but to my hands they rush like you wouldn't believe
I've found ways to numb my pain
but when morning comes, things are still the same
I still want to be free like a bird to fly
and yet I'm still wondering why...
Is life to strong and I'm to weak?
Are others to loud they can't hear me speak?
Lost in my mind, wandering alone
Searching for a place where I feel at home
Losing a constant battle with myself
Trying to forget the feelings that I've felt
Watching others, trying to figure out who they are
i don't let people get to close, i warn them to stay far
Keeping my thoughts in my head until I can find a page
I have become an actor, my life is the stage...

Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 24, 2008

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  • Abha Sharma (4/24/2008 9:25:00 AM)

    the complete world is a stage...and we all share our roles...writing gives our emotions a vent...very well expressed...

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  • Prasetya UtamaPrasetya Utama (4/24/2008 3:51:00 AM)

    Beautiful! 'flying bird, fly and free. I like this.
    My regard,

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