What Good For You, Is Not Good For Me Poem by mona martinez

it's easy to feel like a lost soul,
waiting to be told who you are,
when you walking around,
feeling like you just don't belong,
in this place called life,

searching for it in ppl,
becuz in the past it had worked,
ppl telling you what to do,
how to act when you are around them,
becoming my own person,

it's a hard transaction to make,
for so long i had went,
losing myself,
just so somebody else can control me,
in a way i still look for that power,

but at the same time,
being in that power makes me feel lost,
like my purpose is to please guys,
after finding more of who i am,
i realized that is not all i'm here for,

ppl may not understand my pain,
or my struggles of everyday life,
they can only look and judge,
but they will never truely understand,
what i go through just to seem alright,

what i feel during the time,
tears are falling,
and i try to hide them,
it hurts, only cuz it the time i feel most alone,
or maybe it just that they don't care,

they don't ask what's wrong?
all i get is 'crying again'
or 'stop living in the past'
if only it was that easy,
it would been something, i

would had did to move on,
but it not exactly moving on,
it living in denial,
pretending it didn't happen,
it makes struggles harder,

no matter how you look at it,
going through your past,
sorting out the lies that you believe today,
is not living in the past,
it fighting through the pain,

just so i can have some peace in life,
becuz living this way is not peace,
doing what ppl want,
when they don't live my life,
to tell me what is good for me.