A blast from the past poem from teenage me.

Image is mine.

Sick of explainin' myself
To people who don't even know
Me that well
And never tried
To find out who I am
Don't waste my breath
Makin' excuses for
My actions
Just do what I feel
Is necessary to be done
Some traits I admire
In a human
Some I detest in the
Same ones who walk
Among me
Mocking my voice
My words my feelings
My anger cannot
Be copied
I must say
To the people
Move over mountain
You're in my way
And I keep moving
Doing things my way

Recent Posts

• Sketch of the Day 14 July 2018 (art)
• Sketch of the Day 13 July 2018 (art)
• interlude 130714 (poetry)
• Alienated (poetry)
• Sketch of the Day 11 July 2018 (art)
• Shells and Cheese and Crab (food)
• Crave (poetry)
• Sketch of the Day 10 July 2018 (art)
• Morning Ritual (food)
• Rainbow Cloud (photography)
• Sketch of the Day 9 July 2018 (art)
• Sketches From Last Night (art)
• Sketch of the Day 8 July 2018 (art)
• Sketch Before Bed (art)
• Caramel Love (food)