Just Me
You donāt know what Itās like to be me.
This faƧade I display
all you see.
You Ā with lives Ā so complete
think that all that Ā they meet,
live a life just like them
but not me!
You donāt know what itās like to be sad.
Dreaming of all of the things
Iāve not had.
Words of comfort to ease,
Words of love to just please,
someones word youĀ canĀ trust
Ironclad.
You donāt know what itās like to feel lost.
Live a life thatās been bought
at great cost.
Trusting no one you see,
no one knows the real me,
Iām an iceberg
that cannot defrost.
You donāt know what itās like to just live.
People take all the time
but donāt give..
Life is worthless and black
tired of trying to bounce back,
Iām just me
and I cannot Ā forgive.
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great poem
i think we all
look at slefs
and say who i am
i what am i doing
where am i going
you what mean
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Hi Greg,Ā How often we hide the people we truly are because we are maybe not confident enough to 'go against the grain' so to speak- doing that means that a part of us stays hiddenĀ and unknown- thank you so much for reading and commenting really appreciate itĀ
Lodigiana x
You are so right we do that we sometimes hIde our feelings we have and secrets we canāt let out so they store away forever and it hurts us a lotĀ
āPeople take all the time
but donāt give..ā
So true... There are givers and takers in thisĀ world.Ā
One day we find ourselves here. Off and running we go.
Life is not for the faint of heart asĀ trials and tribulations abound.
Over time,Ā lifeās slices and slashes take theirĀ tollĀ bruising the soul.Ā Then our
bodies deteriorate and dies. Yup not for the faint of heart...
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Ah John how true..life really isn't for the fainthearted is it?It is maybe just as well we can't see into the future otherwise we might stop stock still and never move on..Really appreciate you reading and commenting- thank you
Lodigiana xĀ
I think we are all guilty of wearing masks to some extent. And that is because we all know that everyone is a judge. Whatever we do we are judged...and often by people who have no right to judge us.Ā Nobody but ourselves truly understands us... and maybe that is because we don't truly understand them. The world of man is a peculiar place x
You have hit the nail right on the head! yes that is so true..and generally we all keep something inside that maybe defines us better than the image we show outside..thanks so much for reading and commenting..really appreciate it .Ā Lodigiana x
True poem.Ā I just try to fight the demons ? every morning we hen i wakeĀ
There are so many of us who would seem to feel the same..it is kind of sad that maybe we don't trust enough to show ourselves and know it will be a good experience rather thanĀ worry about being judged by people who understand nothing about us..Fighting demons is a tough job Greg...ā„ā„
Thank you so much for your comments my friend xxx
Lodigiana, we all play the game, that lifelong game day in day out.
And whatever masks we use we can't inevitably hide from ourselves, our id.
We can pass foolish selfish conjecture on every else, but oh never on ourselves for there's too much baggage to handle there.
Your engaging poem tells it how it is and we should confront all inner negativity we have tucked away or silently assume of others, sooner rather than later. For a better person one can become free from such thoughts.
Thanks for sharing something thought-provoking and so very human.
Stay safe and as always healthy my poetic friend.
Shaun.x.