Need Poem by Irma Goo

Need

Rating: 4.8


Who am I?

Why am I no-one?

Why am I nobody?

Don't know why I'm writing this passage

Is it to appear interesting or is it because I am lacking

In interests, and hobbies and excitement

My life, my dreams, i write it

Pens, pencils, hear the clack of the keyboard

How is it that I am twenty

How can I feel old and young in one moment

Stressed and weighed but so horribly confused

My worries and anxieties are growing infused

With anger and sorrow, whatever, I don't know

By acknowledging my condition, is it for mitigation.

Is it for relief, is it a quest for belief

Or is this effort just a delusion

More confusion

The screws in

My head are not loosening

They are growing tighter and tighter

I can't breathe

F**k it

I'm not a writer

My prose is sloppy

Schemes are choppy

I got no time to rhyme

Syntax, what is it really?

Please, don't get near me

I need not for you to hear me

It's bizarre, i need you to fear me

I need you to need me

Not in a relation type of way

But a want, a day by day

To see me and wonder

Because i am no-one

wonder, but really in vain

Thunder, lightening, and rain

Sunny clouds on the avenue

These feelings are not new

My esteem is in prominent decline

No matter the time, no matter the rhyme

It is fleeting, a thin whisper, I strain

I stretch my neck for the chance to hear it

But i can't go near it, my efforts are in vain

Because it becomes painfully clear

Our efforts, our actions are just to approach

Confidence, but is not for us

It is to avoid the reproach

Of our tribe-mates

Please, don't cast me astray

I made myself pretty

I am trying to be interesting

I walk tall

I don't need you

You don't need me

sure, sure, that is true

We don't need each other's approval

Repetition is just an attempt of removal

Of our most innate desire

To be loved and admired

I dont need you

Who are you really?

You are me, clearly

My monday is your tuesday

The movie you watched is the game i played

Movies, games, exercise

Just a way to pass time

A way to ascend and climb

Through the upheavals of life

Husbands and wives

Children and pets

We are the same

Through sun or rain

We try to differentiate

We seek to create

An air of mystery

An air of "you are not me"

Ooh, I am different

You have never met anyone like me

Instead of 5 hours of tv, I watch three

Instead of kicking the ball, I read

Instead of following, I lead

Advice, i ignore, you heed

See, i do not need

Don't bite the hand that feeds

Travel the land and seas

Look, I am wise too

I can sing

Ooh ooh ooh

I am deep

Boo hoo hoo

Look at me, I am different

No, i dont need you

But please look

Please look

Please notice me

You must notice that I don't need you

You must realize that I am not you

You must, i need you to

Oops, i don't need you

I don't need you

I need you to know that i dont need you

Cement it in your brain,

Repeat the refrain

Need you, I do not

Not a need I have for you


Please, can't you see
That you have no power over me

You must know that

I need you to know that

What? No, i don; t need you

What ever gave you that clue?

Who told you?

Who knew?

A lie, a sham, a ruse

The loose screws

The dull knives

No light upstairs

Not a care, not a fear,

No need at all

For human approval

I told you over and over

I don't need you

I do not need you

You are nothing to me

Please, please

You must know you are nothing to me

I do not need you

I do not need you

no, no need for you
Who? Who?
You?

I need you?

No, it is not true.

Thursday, September 7, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: dependence,depression,growing up,happiness,human condition,sadness
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Jazib Kamalvi 09 September 2017

A great start with a nice poem, Irma. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks

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Dr Antony Theodore 07 September 2017

Who are you really? You are me, clearly We seek to create An air of mystery no, no need for you Who? Who? You? I need you? Conflicting thoughts.. trying to create a philosophy of existence, need, dependence, happiness and sadness. Very nice poem..you become philosophical. Write more.. you are original in your thinking.. tony

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