The Real Me!

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Ive suffered from Crohnes disease since I was 15.I've had difficult times and easy times just like anyone else. This was written to colleagues that couldnt understand I was trying to lead a normal life, but i got tired and sometimes sick and couldnt keep up with them both at work and socially.

Submitted: December 05, 2007

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The Real Me.
 

Who do you see when you look at me?

A smile on the face of a girl
Living in a carefree world.

On a brightly-lit happy dance floor

With everything worth living for.
What do you see
When I walk down the street?

With a healthy glow and a spring in my step.

What do you assume is true;

About this person who stands before you?

Who appears so fit and so alive
Whose surface has so much to hide?
Whose memory holds so many fears,

Who was painfully thin for all those years?

Who is not as brave as she appears?
Who felt the spasms of the pain,

That gave a despair she can’t explain.

Who drowned in the coldest rain

That left her with a deep, dark stain.

Whose illness corrupted her young life

And ripped through her like a blunt-edged knife!

Shes lucky to walk down this road.

Lucky, so lucky to be who you suppose.

With this ability to delude

And be a normal girl in a pleasant mood.

But sometimes I wish you could see my heart;

To see this thing that tore me apart?

And then perhaps you’d understand,
The fears no-one else can fear;

The struggle that hasn’t ended yet;

And the misery inside, that I’ll never forget.


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