PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

All of my hopes,

and my dreams,

torn apart,

at the seams.



How can you

expect me to,

forgive and forget?

It's hard to do.



And everyone,

and their expectations,

they want me to be

head of public relations.



I'm not the

that kind of girl,

I'm a dreamer,

give it a whirl.



Okay, maybe

I'll never be

quite the daughter

you want me to be.



But that's okay,

I do my own thing.

I want tattoos,

and a navel ring.



I'm a writer,

dammit, can't you see?

The creative genius

that exists in me?



Don't judge me,

don't underestimate me,

there's a lot more to me,

than what you seem to believe.



I had a soul,

I had a heart,

well, I did

until you tore them apart.



Nothing's the same,

it's all a big mess,

you wonder why I've got issues?

Take a guess.



I wasn't born with them,

they just came early in life,

it happens that way,

when faced with strife.



I'm an individual,

I'm me, not you.

I don't do what you say,

because it's not what I want to do.



Don't brag of my sister,

and then say, "why haven't you?"

Excuse me for rebelling,

I do what I do.



I'm me,

not my sister dear,

I dream my own dreams,

Fear my own fears.



Just let me alone,

love me for me,

Stop wanting me to be

who I am not. I AM ME.