I Am

by Letty   Feb 2, 2008


I am,

Society's target for ridicule and laughter,
Fingers point carelessly my way
Crushing my hopes, dreams and goals.
Innocents snatched away within an eye blink.
Imagination not even left behind for me.

The community plague is my alias,
Whispered all around the neighborhood.
Slut, tramp, and names that is unspeakable,
Wrote on all restroom walls and doors;
Drunk beyond recognition, crawling across the floor.

Was it depression or a mental defect,
That led me to this dreadful end?
Sitting, waiting alone with pen and pad,
Pondering where my ending begins.
If only the pretenders were my true friends.

Then maybe I wouldn't be the way "I am".

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  • 16 years ago

    by Kenny

    Words form the very lives we live. Far to many times we become all thats ever said about us. Speak "life" over yourself everyday!

    K~

  • 16 years ago

    by Poetic Ninja aka Papachopchop

    People in the world can be so cruel at times and the seems as time goes by people just seem to get even more insensitive in the world. But it sucks when you are the target of their attempts to put you down to make themselves feel better. Great poem baby girl. Keep up the good work!

  • 16 years ago

    by Jason

    I feel for you on your comments on society. I share similar thoughts on living in society. If this world didn't have pretenders, this world would be a much better place.

    I'd like to let more out on my thoughts on screwed-up folks in society. But I'll keep this comment clean. But you probably have an idea on how I'd really react to meeting a playa (a pretender as you call em) in society.

    You have very good poetry talent.

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