I am stuck in a world where I don't belong,
Escape is impossible; the road back is gone.
Where do I go? Where can I hide?
They will find me... Find me hidden deep inside
Myself, searching for the one hidden truth
The one hidden truth I managed to lose
And now the one I cannot seem to find...
The one question... who am I?
I see myself from the outside looking in,
So cold, so alone... undone, so sullen.
The outside mask hides what I do not want to see,
My own inerself, my true identity.
So long ago when I shut myself out
That the key is lost, forever, no doubt.
If there's a way, i'll break and enter,
But am I ready to find the truth when I get there?
So I'll keep looking until my time draws to a close,
From there I'll go on to whoever knows.
No one will see my unwanted form,
Nameless, broken, walking out the door.
But for the last time. I cry, knowing this is my time.
I have failed in this pitiful life of mine.
My task is over, I'll never know the truth.
But, so is life... I've done all I can do.
I'm dying now, leaving my questions behind,
For someone else to answer: Who am I?
11.02.2007
Who Am I?
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7 comments:
You continue to amaze me with your lyrics... Great job!
Thomas
I definitely know what you mean. I went through those same feelings in ninth grade when my best friend deserted me. I really didn't know who I was without her. I wrote a lot of poetry like your "Who Am I?" then. Thankfully, after a while (in a year or two) I finally found out who I was in Christ (though I am far from "perfect" because it still bothers me at times).
I pray that you have found (or will find) who you are meant to be by the Grace of God.
God bless,
Christine
I left a comment yesterday and now it is gone!! Oh well...
The real bummer is that I forgot what I wrote!
Great job on the lyrics. You continue to amaze me with your writing abilities. Keep up the good work!
ThOmAs
Ahhhh. I see the little green words at the top of the page that say, and I quote:
"Your comment has been saved and will be visible after blog owner approval."
It's all becoming clear now...
Thomas
Christine,
thanks for your comment, but I was just writing for the fun of it. I know who I am, and why I'm here.
And Thomas, sorry about confusing you! I tried the comment moderation, but it's a little more time consuming on a dial up computer. I have removed the feature. lol.
Emma
I'm glad your poem was in fun, because I found it scary. I'm not good at interpreting poetry, it's so based on an artist's own concept of what he/she wants to really say. You've written a lot of good poems. I like the cowboy and ballerina one. Maybe you could post that one here sometime?
RT
Emma,
I'm glad to hear that you don't actually feel that way. It's not a very good feeling :( I guess I do sort of assume that people write about themselves on their blogs unless they distinctly say otherwise (from your comment on Rita T.'s blog). I know that "professional" poets don't necessarily right about themselves, but most of my friends' poems are either about themselves, feelings they've had, or their friends/relationships. I really do care about how you're doing. You're in my prayers.
God bless,
Christine
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