I have freedom, but no where to go.
I have a heart that is open and loving but is crushed by insensitive words and actions.
I want to be a person I am not.
True identity has not been taught.
Living in a self, disrupted by grief.
Tears are my only relief.
The potential I see in others, I don't see for myself.
I portray a certain image of having it all put together.
Inside I am hiding, always hiding...but hopefully not forever.
Confidence eludes me.
True love runs from me.
Give, Give, Give....but not to myself.
Love, Love, Love....but not in return.
Feeling sick and out of breath.
Needing a revelation before there is death.
Being pulled back, controlled---please set me free!
I so desperately want to be me.
Written by: R. Luka 10/21/05
3 comments:
Wow, this was good-written!
I actually felt for a moment the same thing, which is rare when I read something else; I'm usually detached and start looking for a small piece of cheese to nibble on, or count dust particles on my computer monitor.
Thanks for not getting distracted by velveeta cheese. :)
Thanks Andy for the input.
I see you've updated your profile information. Your new statement about being funny was amusing to my eyes.
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