Who am I? ..........I thought I knew.......Back in 10th grade......when I believed that.....I, was all I needed....But, now I'm not so sure.....I don't know if I can still be.....the me that I wanted....how can I....when I can't stand alone?.....and my heart craves for someone.....to hold my hand and tell me everything will be okay....to be beside me always....every step of the way....just tell me how to live and fill up my world......how could I be so weak?......don't want to let them know....but they already know....and I hate it...I hate those eyes.....hate this feeling.....I hate this person that I've become.....don't come close......stay away.....stay away.....don't look inside...I don't want to be seen.......I'm breaking down.....piece by piece.....I'm falling apart.....I want to be fixed....but I don't want to cut anyone else in the process....I don't like this....don't like the person I'm becoming....but I'm tired of trying....trying to be what I wanted...so tell me because I don't know....I don't know who I should become....
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Strands of Time
PoetryA collection of feelings, hurts, experiences and lessons learnt, felt and lived. A road woven in time for 9 years and continuing. Information for Readers: You'll notice in the titles, the poems run from "Class 7 to Class 15", I started writing from...
