روايات وقصص ضمن Poem About Me

She whispered clearly as she frowned. "Ma'am, please help me!" I begged. "Help?" She said and narrowed her eyes, she looks like she was inquisitive about it. "Yes, ma'am." "What help and why me?" She interrogated. "Because you might know about it," I seriously look at her eyes. "Know what?" "Your poem entitled 'I'm sorry,' ma'am. Isn't it's about a man who lived in another world?" I said and I examined her emotion, her eyes widen in horror and chaos.

She started out by saying, “This poem is called Unapologetically Me. We go through different things in life that cause us pain. We have people in our lives, who make it their mission to try to break us or destroy us, but we are stronger than that. So, I dedicate this to all of us who have ever been through heartache and survived.”

I went first, blocking out everything as the words came to me; my poem was about my life and all the pain I'm going through. "I am fear and pain, I wonder if those are all I feel, I hear the voices in my head yelling, I see how those feelings eat us up inside, I want it all to end but that's just wishful thinking, I am fear and pain, I pretend that those feelings don't exist in me, I feel happiness once in a while, but the feelings ends before it even begins, I stare at a blank canvas, because that's what my life is empty, I worry that I will never get out of this hole I'm in, I cry everyday wishing it will all end. I am fear and pain. I recognize that life isn't fair. I believe it will impr

The poem is titled 'SPEAK TO YOURSELF' and it reads thus. ******************************************************* How often do you converse with yourself? How often do you speak to yourself? How often do you listen to yourself when no one is speaking? How often do you minister to yourself? How often do you truly embrace yourself, your pain, your flaws, your truth, your fears... SPEAK TO YOURSELF Say to yourself.... "Though I am shattered and bereaved and I might wither with the wind but like seeds, I can sprout out of the ground, new and better. "

This is me Something different Something new A me I never knew She created this version A new version of me So let me soak in her beauty Let me have this time To be the person She craves The person she makes me want to be K x I read the poem over and over. Considering everything, I only look up when I hear the door close and lock. King walks to me, and I bite against my lip.

I lie here awake but I’m not one to pray, everything’s changed but now I’m okay. I’m rattled this time, can someone lift my chin, keep my head above water before I’m too deep in. I’ve never had problems, where do I begin, but it’s not a problem because I’m just being human.’ I had always liked poetry and this particular one actually got to me because I felt I could relate to it in a weird kind of way. “Poetry is light, poetry is love. That’s a poem written by an anonymous poet on i*******m. Pstar7….”

As I closed my eyes one last time, I made a wish. "If there's a next life, I wish to never meet them again."

There are poems inside of you that paper can not handle. So, they always stay within you. -Unknown. |I R I S| I am home. With the nervousness and fear deep in my heart, I stand at the front of the door of my house. Tori and Vince stand on the either side od giving me the time of the world before I ring the bell. I missed my parent. If anything, I miss them even more. There were always phone available. I could have always called them but there was this strange longing inside me that craved their presence.

His voice was more of a vulnerable boy than a beast. “I can’t change who I am. I was born like this and I promise I didn’t ask to be born like this. I sometimes think that maybe that’s the reason my parents left me because they didn’t like who I am. But I swear if there was any way to change myself, I would’ve done it already.” Zadkiel sighed sadly. His heart was aching with all the pain he had endured.

After getting up and sitting down again, she was too tired, got up, and decided to walk around the stage while talking and interacting with her audience. "Hello, Miss Adela, I've always admired you for a long time. My past is like a sad song. The one I love doesn't love me, the one who loves me is gone forever because of me. I thought I should die and give this beautiful life to someone else But I didn't and that's why I'm standing here today and talking to you. Most disappointing, she told me: 'Living a life is not easy, fear instills in us low self-esteem, no matter what we do, we will think we are a failure. But fear and boredom. hate yourself, loser, or whatever. It's the self in your mi