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What Made Me - A poem about the novel The Stranger by Albert Camus
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My Starters My life, a blank page
My heart, an empty soul
The strength I have is from the pain I have dealt with
Maman and Marie
The women in my life to who I showed no love
Now because of Raymond, I’m in some place where I’m stuck
Nowhere to go, at least not anymore
I thought for once I had a home to go to
But instead my lack of morals forbid me
My veins start to show as my anger starts to grow
I’m raged that no one can see my real face
I am disguised by a man whose pride is too important
My dignity of being a man will fade if I let my emotions stay
But at one point or another everything will eat my insides
And that is when you will see me break down and cry
For they can be the tears of joy or the tears of shame
This is no one’s fault; it is me that deserves the blame
I even deserve the hate
For what I’ve done and for the pain I have brought
A man like me just needs to be dropped
What man takes a shot at a body that no longer moves?
Who am I to turn away when I know nothing is going smooth?
I laugh at night because I know I don’t have a sense of feeling
Yet I still had the heart to tell Marie she’s very pleasing
What are my needs?
I honestly don’t know
It may just be that I need love so I can feel like I’m safe and sound at home
I guess I had all of that all along but why did it take so long?
It took me forever to realize how much people really cared and now I’m too late
Today’s my last day
People can say their goodbyes and there so longs
Finally I get to be with my mom
I can now tell her how much I love her, how much I care for her
She’d laugh for the simple fact that I had to go to prison to see it all but she’ll be glad I’ve finally felt it before I fall
I can feel the love, the pain, the joy and the hate
Everything makes a person and this is what made me
What made me… was all of my mistakes!
