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by Isabelle Mar 17, 2008 category : Miscellaneous / Misc. poems
I am the ghost without a past, Remember me, For it may be the only thing that lasts. Place a name to a face, A Picture to place, I'm tired of this game, Just feeling really lame. This is who I am, Stand up for what is right now, Gotta get up, Gotta put myself out there. It's hard, Say it again, Tell me who I am, Because sometimes I forget who this face may belong to, Even though it's myself. Break me down, Take it around, Word to word, Mouth to mouth, Evaluation, Superstition, This is why I never meant it this way. Thrust into the limelight, Can't take it, All the spotlights, Are pointing down at me, Can't breathe without it. Why am I turning out, Like everybody else, When I all I wanted to be was different? I guess that this wasn't the way to be, I didn't want to be this way. I am the ghost without a past, Remember me, For it may be the only thing that lasts. Place a name to a face, I'm tired of this game, I'm tired of this place. I'll find somewhere new, I promise, I will become the thing I want to be. If you love me, I will be forever with you, I will be remembered, like you.