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My Vantage Point

When I look in my mirror I don't see what you see I see fear and failure I see hate and anger I see inner turmoil and scars of self destruction What am I missing I hear your words about what you see But what you talk about is skin deep I don't care about my face I don't care about my body If you don't see my mind or my heart Then I must have fooled myself I made me believe I am something I'm not Someone worth anything you'd have to give up I thought I was enough That I was the person you could fall so deeply in love with that nothing else would matter no one else would matter I thought maybe my presence lingered in your mind long after I had gone or that maybe my words haunted you as well I'd hoped that I had spoken with such truth and spirit that you would also believe in such a love that many ridicule Now looking in the mirror I see doubt I am self conscious and I am full of self loathing How could I have been so wrong wrong about what you saw wrong about what I saw Perhaps I am playing a part so wrapped up in this fairy tale of a life only I have faith in maybe the type of love I imagine isn't real...just an illusion and maybe the person I thought I could be doesn't exist my vantage point is front row center stage the performance of my life unfortunately I was the only one to attend

Copyright © | Year Posted 2013

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Date: 2/16/2015 10:46:00 AM
A very sensitive and well written piece, Thanks Valerie!.
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Date: 2/10/2014 4:43:00 AM
Wow V!!!...I'm wordless/speechless...this is a deep heartfelt poem.
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Date: 9/15/2013 12:59:00 PM
Deep poem, Valerie. Such deep emotions expressed of unrequited love. Enjoyable poem overall. Check out some of mine, might find some you like. Peace
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Date: 8/30/2013 11:26:00 AM
Oh Valerie, your heart must be like the Grinch at the end of the movie, a size larger than the rest of us to fit all of those feelings and emotions you have inside. Your words read as if they were poured on the page versuses being written. Simply put, I absolutely love the emotion you write with -Good Job with this one! MC
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Date: 8/16/2013 8:09:00 AM
Hola Florida Gal.... reading this one again. I guess I can say I have myself a fairy tale life.. I wish it wasn't as dramatic as it sounds.... I can imagine your performance of a life time... always a friend, .... Linda....
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Date: 6/15/2013 8:30:00 AM
a deep hearted poet you are, we all fool ourselves thinking that we can have it all, in our hearts we know what love is but in reality it does not exist for love is the only bridge you can never cross, ... ~always Linda
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