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Hell On Earth

In my mind I try to see,
A place where I can just be me,
I cannot find a place to go,
That let's me be the me I know,
They all expect a certain me,
The one that they all want to see,
The one that looks the way I should,
I wish I was I wish I could,
But this just isn't me,
The me that they all want to see,
For I am hidden deep inside,
I'm bound and gagged and I am tied,
To everyone's picture of me ,
A picture only they can see,
I need to take myself away,
And be true to me for just one day .
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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Agustin Avatar
December 1, 2025 at 12:01 AM
Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.
Ja Avatar
December 2, 2017 at 4:27 PM
This poem is quite unique. It did my senses pique. Well thought out and well explained. Your creation my ovation gained. Thank you kindly for the enticing read
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