My Name Is Eman Poem by Eman Awad

That's my poem,
my very own,
this is the life of this poem's poet, me..
My name is Eman,
and i breathe and i live,
and only these words make me feel free.
Love? and what is love?
i had my share of heart breaks in every thing.
My life is so damn tough,
and so damn easy too, i whistle and i sing..
My life, i'm not any different from any one,
i had my share of love and hate and laughter.
Yes, i lived the day when my dreams were all gone,
i have the fear of today and the day after.
I can't understand my self some times,
and i don't know what i want to do now.
But i find my way through these ryhmes,
and they mark my memories some how.
I admit that i made a lot of mistakes,
but still i managed to be the star in all those poems.
I'm the sadness and i'm the heart breaks,
i've dwelt all those worlds and i've built those homes.
I have dreams and thoughts about my life,
just like any one but i feel all the time isolated.
I've survived today but tomorrow, will i survive?
that eternal fear grew on my and it overrated.
I did smile, and i laughed and i've memories,
yes, i'm still alive i just had to remind my self.
Will i be who i dreamt to be, or is it reveries?
some times i can almost swear that i'm my own help.
Some people, i wrote of, and,
they read their own poems but unaware.
I wish that they'd understand,
but what matters is that they really care.
I knew how to be so happy and so sad,
and i'm an island maybe like no other man.
I had friends and i have and they drive me mad,
but still i can find it in me to smile and say,
hi, my name is Eman....