Why I'm here
These isn't me
I'm not that girl
She isn't like me
I don't know who I am
I don't who I've been
I feel like if I breathe
I would never again be seen
Why I always wonder
Why these to me
Why I have to suffer
Of what I've been
I hate my body
I hate my voice
I sound like a noddy
This isn't a choice
Why I am here
I must think
All my dreams
thrown to the bin
I'm a bunch of problems
Who can't behave
My name is not Dana
My name is Dave
People think I'm above
But I only need love
That i'm out of age
They say is a stage.
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Autor:
Blake (Seudónimo) (
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- Publicado: 5 de abril de 2025 a las 07:36
- Comentario del autor sobre el poema: This poem is who I am, and I wrote it to vent because I have no one to talk to about this.👑🖱💷🎩
- Categoría: Reflexión
- Lecturas: 35
- Usuarios favoritos de este poema: EmilianoDR, El Hombre de la Rosa
Comentarios1
Thank you poet Blake.
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