Blinded by Bittersweet Symphony: Shattered Poetry
"Being Me" - Poem
BEING ME
There are so many feelings I feel unable to express your feelings mimic mine my identity scrutinized you don't mind if I'm miserable all to save face but there are things that I still want things I want to experience and you think I'm supposed to give it all up
Took you eight years to tell me you now don't want the things I want and i'm to continue to wait for what? Wait how much longer? For whom?
I live each day being more resentful I live each moment pretending I'm in a fantasy world where I'm where someone will give me the things I want in life
My feelings are my own and they don't change because your feelings have I want to be understood I'm tired of compromising my life and getting nothing in return
I just want to know its okay being me
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Lizzie Martinez
Little person, actor, published author of several books & other works, poet, Script Writer, Expert Paranormal Investigator/ Consultant/Instructor & Founder of my own paranormal business & Sensitive Medium.
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