poem about belonging and becoming content |
When I was a girl, I was just me. I lived in my own imaginary world. A world of fancy friends and life that was of ease So called friends would tease, and others would laugh. But I was content with being just me. As I grew I wanted love, it didn't seem to matter who If my family didn't love me then I would find someone who would. I was never good enough for them, second best I was destined to be. why can't I be like her, she is just so perfect grandma is so proud of her Hey Grandma, do you even notice me One day I would show them, I could be just me. Years passed by and I began to grow, I was determined to become the me I was meant to be. I married the first, second and the third, what was I missing, I was so misunderstood. Now I sit here alone again wonder why What was it that made me happy, Why wasn't I content it was then I that I realized I knew what I had meant. I said all along I was happy being just me. Not the me that I had hidden the me that was afraid, The me who lived in that imaginary world who so desired to be free. So now once in plain sight, I am just me. |