Description: Are we what our emotional environment makes us, or are we who we are from the moment we are born? Can we change? Can we emerge from the darkness and become ourselves again? Or do we return, again and again, to that place of uncertainty and fall back upon what we know...?
How did you know how to hurt me?
Was it a gift that you were born with?
Or a habit that you were raised with?
Were you taught this example of love?
What formed you, what made you?
And is that an excuse?
If it were, then would I not be
As cruel as you?
Would I not see the world
Through such a jaded view?
I did not begin this way
Faded and abused
Silenced and scorned
Painfully aware of all my faults
Somewhere along the line
I was put on hold
Shut away and shamed for being me
Kept in a pot so small
So I would not grow
Hidden away from the light
So no one would know
You followed the trail of dirt that I left
Caught me red-handed climbing in
You watched me fill in the space around me
Resentment in your eyes
Fear beneath your skin
If you let me have this freedom
Will I stay?
You try to make me small
So I won't go away
Well don't worry
I'm not going anywhere
amazing......and the last line wow, hahaha really strong and it hits you in the gut hahaha,sounds like a bully and a control freak and a very insecure person who made you feel this way........your obviously stronger than they are and i bet they were as jealous as heck of your beauty inside and out ....... you keep on striving and enduring your life starts NOW.....i love your style and i will have to stalk you :) <HUG> lotsaluv godbless take care Love Nadine
Absolutely perfect I can easily relate to this poem This poem to me describes a child that has been abused by society emotionaly physically and sexually They feel they have no where to turn Sadly like I said I can easilly relate to this This is a favorite Extremely well written God Bless Ron
By the way The inclusuon of my Mom in my last poem crying described my Little sister who has down syndrome She was in a hospital for the first 8 months of her life I have written several poems about her but I forget not everyone is aware of the situation Thank You and God Bless Ron