by Reggie B
poem about belonging and becoming content
I lived in my own imaginary world.
A world of fancy friends and life that was of ease
So called friends would tease, and others would laugh.
But I was content with being just me.
As I grew I wanted love, it didn't seem to matter who
If my family didn't love me then I would find someone who would.
I was never good enough for them,
second best I was destined to be.
why can't I be like her, she is just so perfect
grandma is so proud of her
Hey Grandma, do you even notice me
One day I would show them, I could be just me.
Years passed by and I began to grow,
I was determined to become the me I was meant to be.
I married the first, second and the third, what was I missing, I was so misunderstood.
Now I sit here alone again wonder why
What was it that made me happy,
Why wasn't I content
it was then I that I realized I knew what I had meant.
I said all along I was happy being just me.
Not the me that I had hidden
the me that was afraid, The me who lived in that imaginary world
who so desired to be free.
So now once in plain sight, I am just me.