the rope around my neck...

[neverwas]

All my life ive strived and strived.
Constantly seeking,
Looking to find.
That love,
Over and over again lost.
Forever looking for approval.
Conforming to something,
That was never me.

I look in the mirror,
And what do I see?
A face.
Cold,
Bleak,
Sad,
Lost.
Is that really me?

Im not what I thought.
I thought what I was,
I am not no longer me
For this imitation
Is all that you can see.

Where have you gone?
Where did you go?
The girl that once I was
My independent child
My spirit
That once was strong.
Is now so meak
So low.

The rope around my neck.
The noose
Society has placed.
Weaved by being moulded.
Tightened by your hand.
That now turns and leaves.
Leaving me alone
To look at this imitation face.

 

[wHiTeBoY]

again, nice work from a very talented poet

 

[wHiTeBoY]

Sometimes even words can't represent how you feel at a certain time and place....well actually, when I think about it, they almost NEVER can

But I gotta say, this piece of work seems very representative of how you are feeling, so well done.

Question: What noose did society place on your particular life, if you don't mind me asking? I am just curious......

What exact facet of your personality is at the epicentre of this poem? I'd be interested to hear what you intended by it.

Very beautiful poem, I'd like you to send me more

Peace
wHiTeBoY

 

[katmeow]

All my life ive strived and strived.
Constantly seeking,
Looking to find.
That love,
Over and over again lost.
Forever looking for approval.
Conforming to something,
That was never me.

I hope you can find what your looking for without sacrificing your sense of self. Nice work girl.

Take care of yourself!

Kat

 

[Strawberry_lovemuffin]

Where have you gone?
Where did you go?
The girl that once I was
My independent child
My spirit
That once was strong.
Is now so meak
So low.

^^ I really relate to that part.

I feel so totally different to the 14 year-old me who had such high hopes and dreams, the girl who wrote a children's book in year 8, the one who was certain she'd be editor of a national magazine by the time she was 21, living in Sydney in a harbourside apartment, then retiring after her full and satisfying life to write novels in the mountains.



I guess not many of us live up to the expectations of our younger selves.