Amy Toebes

Not About Me

My poems are never really about me
Its mostly about the pain I see

I try and write down what I feel
But I Question is this feeling completely real

I try and hide those thoughts away
I try and pretend that I am oke

The thoughts that go around my head
Telling me I`m beter of dead

Those thoughts alone are making me mad
I feel disgusting and awful bad.

I may give in
And let them win

For I am no longer strong
A place to be free is what I long

My poems are never really about me
Its just an illusion I want Dee to see


Who is it about the me, he or she?

Poem Submitted: Monday, June 25, 2007
Poem Edited: Wednesday, March 16, 2011

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