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Like many of my poems, finding myself |
who am i, for i no longer know no lonfer moving forward, for i have no place to go i had a home, it caved in i was my own, and this the end at times i feel like i'm carrying th weight, of the world on ma shoulder life tryna screw me over life is a abroad and i'm lost in the mix tryin to abide by this hell on earth called life no one around to take me out of the darkness, leading me into the light who am i? i thought i was unbreakable till i broke i thought i was sleep till i awoke it was time tro take matters into my own hands but away i ran realizing.... i WAS the force of my life now driving my own knife, deep within my soul all alone in the cold no one there to tell me goodnight no one there to shed light, upon me i'm crying yet there's no one to listen so iask myself what i'm missin but truth is i brought it upon myself i am a dummie if i say myself after all the pain and agony i underwent, i realized.... i was the one who did this to me not that innocent little girl who i wanted revenge upon or my mother who constantly told me life goes on i thought they were against me turns out it twas i my own enemy who am i? Brittney Yvonne Phillips, the key to my pride and it's time for me to get the concept |