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In reply to @smellyfingers #smellody Oh old little bloke-y You just need to give in. Because understanding the times is somewhere your mind can't fit in.
Just another cloud in the sky, It there really any point in asking why. You only see me when I'm the only one around, Lost in a crowd, just another pebble on the ground.
People think they know me They think they know my hair They think my name is ginger Shouting "Hey carrot top over there" Somethings they say are okay Some names are just not nice But my real name is...
"Who am I?" I hear you ask To answer this is quite a task I do not fit into any box I am individually quite lost I maybe slim but love my food People ask me what I do I'm afraid I don't work out If...
My father was a wizard, My mother was an elf, So I'm a bit confused at what- I'm meant to be, myself...
I thought I'd add my little piece, On who I am, What makes me me. A lot of you already know a lot, Sometimes I just can't keep my mouth shut.
I'm 19... 20 in February. Am I an 'adult'. I feel so in between. I have been mischievous at work which consequences I am yet to pay.
Teenager, Who cannot dance, Love to daydream, In a trance. Book obsessed, Read every night, I hate slime, Gives me a fright. Long blonde hair, Falls to my waist, Big blue eyes, Stare into space.
I trail my fingers through the clear water. Letting the familiarity of the cool caress sooth me.
What can I say about me that you havn't already read. I have green eyes that shade to blue and fake blonde hair on my head. I'm quite short compaired to many, I stand at 5ft 3.
Inspired by @Delilah ... Although its not quite about me myself. There seems to be An influx of poems About a "me" But who is she. Is she caged. Or is she free. Or is it maybe Even a he.
Inspired by @Delilah Personalities Anonymous It's hard to look in a mirror and see what others see. I know others have a different perception of what I think is me.
I look at myself in the mirror. So many flaws so many errors. The person staring back at me isn't even me. It's someone different,mean and ugly. I didn't know that it would be this true.
This is me speaking, please just listen. I'm normally stopped from being myself. Don't ignore me. I'm stuck in a mask, It controls me head to toe. I mould to fit, like water in a cup.
When I start crying, and think of leaving to the end of everything, I'll be going. I seem lost in vanity; Do you know I wouldn't hesitate a minute; if it wasn't for my mom and puppy..
Today is the day That shall go down in history As The Great Unmasking In Opussia. You see, We had several fellows Who dwelt among us all, Who lived all masked and covered Like a masquerade ball.
Dedicated in support and praise of @stablish and others The edge of night is at my door - Indigo and stars first-fledged Rich and deep, like dancing sleep...
I am a little misfit. I do not belong. Sometimes it makes me feel bad. But I've done nothing wrong. I am a little weirdo. I do not fit into this world. My red hair makes me stick out.
Call me an attention whore, A drama queen Yes.. I like the attention, don't we all.
I like many things and dislike a few, Like being happy, Dislike being blue. Love all things Girly, Especially pink. Hate being tired and having to think.
I look into the mirror, There's cracks along the glass, A world to look into, Staring into a mask.
House of lies Haven't you seen it The lies cries. So many in masks Hidden behind the glass Will you fail or pass. Want to know the past.
This, the first letter is written by Diane that wasn't responded, before she became the girl living on the roof of the restaurant she priorly was the chef of; 'I wore that tight black dress of mine...
Little duckling had no clue That he was stuck with the wrong crew. An ugly duckling you get the gist But this story has a little twist He was a duckling all along But was swimming with the swans.