The innocent child.
I’ve met many people, lived in many places,
Parents love me, friends enjoy me,
Censored, lived “under a rock”,
That’s what kids teased me for,
We played games, lived life,
Problems didn’t exist,
Nothing was a big deal, life was good.
The growing teen.
Middle school, moved, no friends,
There were many bad days, a few good,
Made “friends” that meant nothing,
Passed classes, no sports played,
Overweight, misunderstood, unenthused,
The bad people, the trash they put in my head,
My self confidence took a bullet for me, for my survival.
The young man.
Broken, unhappy, dead.
I take the title drifter.
I talk to people, move on, find new people, press repeat.
I just, get through, barely but still I do,
Who am I? I am someone, yet no one,
I am around, yet am nowhere to be found,
Bad decisions I make, regret later,
I have given up.
I always liked her…
She was beautiful, talented, fun,
But I had not the confidence,
I threw her my heart and when she took it I pulled her close, never to let go.
I had given up, but she helps me through.
Now self confidence, I revive,
I am to get through,
A future I see, I know who I will be,
I know who I am.
That, that is the story,
That is me
Poetry
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This was a wonderful coming of age poem that had a great resolution. Growing up is full of struggles. I’m glad that woman could help you get on your feet, but don’t forget self-love is the most important thing!
I really like this poem. You did a very good job in the transition to one stage of life to the next. I do agree with LindsayB about self-love of course. That’s also very important to achieve in our lives.