Who Are You?

Mon, 04/17/2017 - 19:24 -- BN15

Who are you?

Actually don’t speak because I don’t believe it would be true. Do you even know how to tell the truth?Maybe that’s why not everyone sees through your lies.I don’t want to hear you apologize cause you’re still gonna be the same person.Actually, it might make the situation worsen. You go on and dowhat you feel like you have to, but don’t expect me to follow youbecause I’m not walking down that path too. I know you’re trying to bring others down,but I’m praying they’ll come around. I see them changing and I know what they’re exchanging  for popularity and your charity. Once you have your waythen you’ll throw them away Like they’re a piece of trashand then their names will be the ones being bashed. You can take all you want from me,but you can’t have my freedom. Because Jess died so I could have it.so, I’m done. I quit. I don’t want to be liked by you. I don’t want to be in your clique.if it means that I can't speak. If it means I can’t seek Jesus. and if I lose everyone because I’m done. Then I guess they weren’t really my friendand it’s better it ends now. My heart isn’t to hurt youor make people choose.cause they can be friends with youand me too. But I have to do what is best for me, because I’m not willing to sacrifice who I’m suppose to be.I’m not giving up being made free.  I’ve already tarried too longcause I thought I was strong enough,but boy was I wrong. I don’t want to be the bad guy, but I have to say goodbye 

This poem is about: 
Me

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