Who Am I
Who am I but the little girl that cries?
I weep on the inside and not from my eyes
I feel like my life is surrounded by lies
Much like old food is surrounded by flies
Who am I but the little girl that cries?
I often yearn for the day I meet my demise
I walk these roads covered in a disguise
Living a life where there is no compromise
I look to the sky and I wish and I dream
I dream for hope for a glimmer of peace
I can’t stop the pain caught up in my heart
I don’t know where it ends I don’t know where it starts
I want to be happy I want to be free
I want to be loved I want to be me
I want to know where in life I lost myself
Did I cry out in pain did I cry out for help
Help me understand where I disappeared
So indecisive and overwhelmed with fear
I’m floating along this river downhill
Screaming for help with no one to hear
I’m sorry if this poem is so blue
But I feel as though all I have is you
Thank you for loving me back to life
You give me the courage to fight off the strife
Who am I but a little girl that’s weak?
Too weak to fight too weak to speak
No interest in love no inspiration to care
Just floating through life with the wind in my hair
Copyright © Rashanda Joe | Year Posted 2015
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