This Is Me Poem Novels & Stories

As soon as the chorus hit, the crowds sang along with me. This is who I am This is who I am You cannot change me This is who I wanna be What an irony, I thought. This is not what I want—this is not me. But I have to keep going. This is who I am This is who I am I will always stay true to myself And be me

Something in me has just died. I pass through the door. Outside, it is still raining. But the rain feels soft to me now. Almost soothing. I stop under the streetlamp. My hands on my belly. "I will protect you," I whisper. It is the only promise I can still keep.

It simply softens them until they no longer sting. I think that’s what healing really is not forgetting, but remembering differently. Before I sleep, I check my emails. There’s one unread message from the poetry studio they want to feature one of my pieces on their site. I laugh softly, surprised. I scroll through the list of poems I’ve written, and my eyes land on the one that started it all the first poem after he left. It was titled “The Weight of Letting Go.” I open it, read the first few lines, and realize how far I’ve come.

“What is it?” “Our relationship is kinda complicated now. Before, it was only me and her. We did everything together, we were inseparable. And when she needed something, I was always the first one she called. But lately, it seems like I’m not the only one in her life. I’m not her confidant anymore. She doesn’t depend on me as she used to do. So, I decided to call the song You, Me, Them.”

Choose me instead, oh, love me instead, I’m here, always waiting, I’ll never get tired, take however long you need, With you, I’m in love, No matter how stupid it may sound, Smile for me, my jade eyed raven. ~~

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….”

** tere aage ye duniya hai pheeki si mere bin tu na hogi kisi ki bhi ab ye zaahir sare-aam hai, ailaan hai (this world is a little pale compared to you, you won't belong to anyone else but me. now it's clear to all, it's an announcement.) jab tak jahaan me subah shaam hai tab tak mere naam tu jab tak jahaan mein mera naam hai tab tak mere naam tu (as long as there are mornings and evenings, you are mine. as long as my name is there in the world,

mushkil ho gaya khud ko kaise How did it become difficult for me pahachaanuu main pahachaanuun to recognize myself, to recognize myself din kaTta hai kaTte na raatiya I endure the daytime; the nights are endured kis se kahuun main ye saarii baatiyan To whom can I tell all these things? guDiyaa Doll man men tarangen uTHne lagii hain Waves have begun to roll through my mind yeh kaisii yeh kaisii

It is as invisible as the world I thought I had built . This is the poem I wrote at age 8 . Invisible pain is its title and it shows my emotions . I don't blame them Josy , I blame my desire to have a perfect family and to be loved by them . I tilted my head up to meet Josy's eyes only to see her at the verge of tears and and with a look of pity on her face . At this moment I let my tears flow freely not caring about anything but to release the pain I feel every time . Josy will it ever really end ?

Tossing the covers off my lower body, I lift my body off my bed into my chair, settling myself correctly, unlock the brakes before wheeling myself into my bathroom to perform my morning routines. I guess I should introduce myself. My name is Jace Martin, I'm a 17 years old senior in high school. I'm the second oldest child of my parents five children. My parents are not together any longer, they went their separate ways when my mom walked out of our lives when my youngest sister Amelia was only 4 years old.