who am i

poem explaines itself

Who am i?

Am I the girl that everyone loves

Or am I the one that they hate?

 Am I that girl that’s chill

Or do I need a marijuana intake?

I don’t know who I am.

I have lost myself

My soul is somewhere flying so free.

They say they miss the girl I used to be.

Who is she?

I forgot completely.

What made her so special?

Was it her optimistic ability to get through anything?

Was it her comforting personality?

Or Was It the love in her voice?

So Who am i?

Because im not her, not anymore.

So Stop f*****g asking.

Her neck was snapped and body’s buried

Author's Note

your opinions will be greatly appreciated.

Reviews

[Misery]

The soul flies free while the body is buried; but your words live and grow and tell the tales of both body and soul. Thank you for sharing your words of truth and creativity, dear poet.

[Syreeta]

no, thank you for sharing your thoughts it helps. all of my poems....well in all of them there is some or a lot of truth about me. and it means so much that I can share it or even change someone's day

[Misery]

You are welcome, dear poet.

[Don't just B, but B ama..]

That was brutal, as a reader you could "feel" the anger and frustration. I can relate and hopefully if this was written from true feelings you have destroyed the altered you and become the YOU that you want and need to be. I hope for your happiness. Thanks for sharing. Well written.

[Syreeta]

Thank you very much! and yes this is from true feelings.

[Don't just B, but B amazing!]

Your welcome, Stay Positive. NEVER GIVE UP.