Self
You write all these poems
And speak of finer things
Like oceans with vast waters
And a beauty that still sings
You wanted me to grow
You wanted me to be strong
You wanted me to write
So I could belong
I chose this destiny
In hopes that I could make you proud
I chose to sing your songs
Even while standing in a crowd
I am speaking to myself
In all of the ways I know how
But I am still struggling with it
As I lower my head to bow
My tears can't wash away my actions
My words rip others apart
My heart is full of rain
I don't know where to start
I feel like I'm going crazy
And its all self induced
The lines start to blur
Once I look for the truth
Will I find the strength
To amend all thats been done
Can I pick up the pieces
Of what I've become
Can I fix the crown upon my head
And stop breaking others down
Can I become better
Or should I throw away this crown
God I wish I had these answers
Please show me how to be like you
Show me how to find myself
Just tell me what to do
I need you to help me save myself
So I can walk through your gate
Im dedicated to this life
Walking with you is my fate
A.D. Small
August 11,2022
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