2003
I wish
I dream
I look
And gleam
I can lie
I can sing
I can dance
I can scream
If I could
I would
If I can
I will
Note: I found more poems from my adolescence, so I’ll be posting my teenage angst for the time being!
Past
The Remains
August 14th, 2024
I am who I am
Because they made me this way
How many times
Did I fail to break
Fractured and bruised
They still call me broken
When I tell my story
They call me outspoken
I pick up the pieces
I grow from the pain
I’ve built up the walls
Now they think I’m insane
Protected from the past
It’s not a bad thing
Because I got my power back
From those who left me with nothing
Recalculating
May 27th, 2024
Six days left
Of being thirty-one
I don’t really know
Who I’ve become
Am I losing my focus
Have I lost my way
Who I was before
Isn’t who I am today
Reflecting on the past
But I know I can’t live there
Leaving behind an old life
And people who never cared
I might not be where I want
But I’m finding direction
From every wrong turn
A new route from rejection
As confusing as it feels
That’s the beauty of growing
Finding myself
After all the not knowing
Doll Poetry 