A girl who dont know who she is

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

It's about a girl who doesnt really know what to feel or who she is

Is she prep? Or a Goth?
Is she a smart girl? Or one who has no common sense?
Is she her own self? One of them?
Does she even know?
Does she feel out of place?
 
She’s quiet, stays to herself
Why? What is she hiding?
She has been hurt. But how?
Is that why she put on an act?
Or is it that  who she really is?
 
She doesn’t know, she tries to hide and lie
Holds it in until she can’t
Faking everything she can
Until she get caught
And then she spills it all
 
She doesn’t mean to hurt ya’ll
She just been hurt a lot
And she don’t know who to trust
They took that from her, and her identity
So, she is so lost
 
Doesn’t know who to believe
Or who not to
So she stays to herself
And it kills her friends and family
To see her hurt like that
 
They try all they can
But she won’t budge
She stays on that rock
And stares at something in the distance all day
She doesn’t even know who she is anymore, neither do we.
 


Submitted: October 11, 2009

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shewhowrites21

sweetie, this is really good.
i like how you make her question herself but then look outside of the main picture. very well written.

Thu, January 26th, 2012 7:46pm

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Um thanks? Honestly, I have no clue what I was trying to do or what I wrote

Sat, January 28th, 2012 7:41pm

DLCannon Reprise

I used to smoke rock too. It's a relief I've been off it for almost 5 years now. I didn't stare at the ceiling though. I wrote in a book when i could not afford anymore and sat there with the pain of coming down until my Ambien put me to sleep, and I went and published at the library onto ThisIsBy.Us before they closed down the site. I got a lot of that history here on my page too. They are tagged with "my Crack Cocaine Dependence" and stuff similar. It's only a few months ago they were all published.....I hated what crack did to me. I go to meetings now, but I just started going 26 years after my clean date off everything. my main thing was weed, but my drug of choice was liquid LSD. I jumped around the drugs farm table. Ecstasy, alcohol as well, even Meth once. Never got into heroin or opiets, but powder I must of done wrong, cause it only made me see things a day or so later and not get me high(I only done that 4 times. Crack though, I loved it's feeling and was addicted for 2 full separate months, and a day in between those 2 months. Weed of course was only mu subsitute for acid cause I take psyche medz that I don't go off of anymore, but when my father past away 29 months ago I knew my relapsing days were thru and I'm sticking to that, and now I'm going to meetings to fix whatever drove me to drugs. I have a sponcer and I'm on step 3. I won;t go into detail to protect anonymity.....enjoyed your poem!

Mon, January 7th, 2013 5:19am

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That's good to hear that you're clean! Thank you!

Mon, January 7th, 2013 2:58am