So Many Questions

[ChildOfGod15]

Why am I so afraid,
when they look at me?
Am I unsure of who I am,
or afraid of what they'll see?

My life feels like a lie,
there's got to be more...
At least that's what I thought,
thought now I'm not so sure.

Am I really being me
when I say all those things?
Or is that just who I've become?
Have I always been insane?

I no longer want to be smart,
there's so much more to me than that.
But that's the part that they don't see,
like it's hidden under a hat.

I think I need to cry,
or should I laugh at my mistakes?
Like I do when it starts to rain,
or a door slams in my face.

I don't know I can go on,
for where should I even start?
Am I giving up the fight,
or am I searching for my heart?

I want to live and never die,
so I can always see the sky,
and always say, "there's something more,
just behind that other door."

But the doors are locked...
where are the keys?
I hear the answer,
and know they're inside of me.

So I will search
until I find...
The door that's right
the one that's mine.

 

[ChildOfGod15]

I wrote that poem like....a long time ago, I really don't know when. But anyways, just thought I might share it 'cause I found it in an old notebook. I hope you enjoy it!

 

[the_pup_dog_ellie]

wow ur really good

 

[<<dAnNi>>]

A brilliant poem...loved the rythm and emotion throughout it. I pray you have since found the right door.

God Bless
Danni

 

[ChildOfGod15]

Yay! Thanks guys! Feedback really helps!

Yeah, and I think I'm finding the door, lol.