Self

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Self


You write all these poems

And speak of finer things

Like oceans with vast waters

And a beauty that still sings


You wanted me to grow

You wanted me to be strong

You wanted me to write

So I could belong


I chose this destiny

In hopes that I could make you proud

I chose to sing your songs

Even while standing in a crowd


I am speaking to myself

In all of the ways I know how

But I am still struggling with it

As I lower my head to bow


My tears can't wash away my actions

My words rip others apart

My heart is full of rain

I don't know where to start


I feel like I'm going crazy

And its all self induced

The lines start to blur

Once I look for the truth


Will I find the strength

To amend all thats been done

Can I pick up the pieces

Of what I've become


Can I fix the crown upon my head

And stop breaking others down

Can I become better

Or should I throw away this crown


God I wish I had these answers

Please show me how to be like you

Show me how to find myself

Just tell me what to do


I need you to help me save myself

So I can walk through your gate

Im dedicated to this life

Walking with you is my fate


A.D. Small

August 11, 2022





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